They stayed locked together under the dying shower spray, bodies slick and trembling. Derek’s cock was still buried deep inside her, softening slowly while his cum leaked out around the base, dripping down her thighs in thick, warm trails. Stiles’s pussy fluttered weakly around him—overstimulated, aching, full. He held her from behind, big hands gentle now, stroking her hips, her waist, the curve of her bruised tits like he was soothing something precious he’d just wrecked.

He kissed the back of her neck—soft, slow. “You good, baby? Not too sore?”