The bath was less sexual and more maintenance. The water turned a cloudy, milky white almost instantly as we washed off the oil and semen.
I had to use my fingers to scoop the remaining cum out of her. She whined and blushed the entire time, her sensitivity heightened to painful levels, but she let me clean her out.
"You're swollen," I noted, running a washcloth over her nether regions. Her pussy lips were puffy and red from the friction.
"A badge of honor," she whispered, kissing my wet chest.
We dried off and returned to the bedroom. I stripped the ruined sheets—there was no saving them—and tossed them in the corner. We slept on the bare mattress, Lily curled up against my chest, gripping me like a vice.
****
The Next Morning.
Sunlight hit my face.
I opened my eyes instantly. No grogginess. No fatigue. My brain was sharp.
[Stamina: 29/29]
I felt invincible. I looked down.
