Her arms were wrapped around mine, and our naked bodies mingled together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. In the dark-pitched bedroom, the heavy scent of saliva and cum hung in the air.
The dim light from the bedside lamp on her face is softly glowing, her features relaxed and content.
"Will you be sleeping here tonight?" I asked, my fingers trailing down her bare back.
"Yes," she replied softly, her voice laced with exhaustion and satisfaction.
I smirked, leaning closer to her ear. "You sure? You're not going to drool all over me, are you?"
She lifted her head abruptly, her brows furrowed. "I don't drool!"
"Oh, don't lie. I've seen you," I teased, grinning mischievously. "In fact, I think there's a puddle forming already."
Her cheeks flushed, and she slapped my chest with enough force to make me laugh. "Shut up! I do not drool!"