Michael took a deep breath and then his arms gave away. He fell onto the bed sheets into a small pool of his own cum, his faced buried in the pillow. Alexis ran her hand through his hair as Michael drifted off. The warm envelope of sleep approaching. Alexis turned herself to lie against him. Her head rested against his shoulder as locks of hair matted to her forehead. They were all a huddled mass of sweat and heavy breathing. Letting fatigue take over in the early hours of the morning, the three passed out sprawled in a messy heap.
by derezzed ©
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