Eleanor finally finished her job and stood up, her joints popping as she stretched her arms over her head. She was visibly wiped out; her legs were wobbly, and she looked like she was about to keel over. We were all in the same boat. It had been one hell of a busy night.
"Well, boys and girls... I'm out," Eleanor muttered, running a hand through her tangled hair. "I am officially pooped."
"Come again!" Tessa piped up with a lazy, half-asleep grin. "Or... cum again? Get it? Because of the sex?"
Kim, still lying on the rug, reached out with a foot and gave Tessa's head a gentle, mocking nudge. "That was terrible, Tessa. Go to sleep."
Tessa chuckled, her eyes slipping shut. "Oh, trust me... I'm trying."
"Shower first, though," I said, looking at Eleanor. "Don't go putting your clothes back on while you're covered in... well, everything."
"You're right," Eleanor sighed, looking down at her sweat-slicked skin. "If it isn't too much trouble, I'd love to use the shower."
