What merit did I do...?
Sometime later, Miwa-nee and I cuddled on the sofa, both exhausted from the intense exercise. The TV was still playing some random show, but we couldn't really pay attention to it. Her head was on my chest, listening to the steady thump of my heart as she slotted herself deep in my embrace.
My fingers ran on her back, caressing her as we both tried to catch our breath. My cock was still throbbing from being squeezed by her and down below, the mixture of our essence dripped down from her sacred place. The scent of our desire filled the air.
"Miwa-nee, should I let you fall asleep and then carry you back to your bedroom?" I playfully asked, knowing she wouldn't want to move an inch after what we just did.
"Mm, maybe." She mumbled, her eyes half-closed. But before I could stand up, she tightened her grip around me, her hand slipping down to rest on my abs. "But not yet. I missed this too much."
"Missed what?"