I looked down at Maya as she lay there panting hard, still trembling from the force of her squirting orgasm. Her eyes were glassy, her face flushed a deep, vivid red that reached all the way to her ears.
Clear fluid continued to trickle slowly from her freshly stretched pussy onto the soaked sheets, the soft lips still slightly parted and twitching in the aftermath. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.
The thin fabric of her dress clung to her skin, and the pillow she had been biting earlier lay discarded beside her head.
For several long seconds neither of us spoke. The only sounds in the hospital room were her shaky breathing and the faint, distant noise of the building at night.
I stayed kneeling between her spread thighs, my cock still standing thick and rigid, shiny with her juices from root to tip. The swollen head glistened under the dim light every time it pulsed.
I kept my voice low and deliberately teasing, letting the question hang in the air between us.
