Peter and Chloe took turns drying each other off, the water glugging and sputtering down the drain, the residue of bath bubbles mixed with a concoction of semen and sweat. Chloe ran naked to the bed all giddy with giggles, jumping on it light as a feather, letting the box springs bounce her body up and down until they ran out of energy. “God, I can still feel my pussy tingling.” Peter looked over his shoulder with a smile...