Bedtime... [WM]

Triss didn’t want to move from her spot on the floor, technically she wasn't on the floor yet, still resting on top of Whitney's soft figure. She didn’t want her to leave, yet she didn’t have the energy to protest or to move. It was so soft, it was such a pity the couch wasn’t as soft as Whitney's hips or as her tits. She would have done anything to be squeezed between those breasts once again, yet she knew they both didn’t have that kind of energy in them to continue all night long. Even if her instincts begged for it by now. Slowly standing up from The couch, having thought about the experience for a little while. In reality, she had thought about nothing, or her mind was lulling over how delightful the past half hour had been.

She didn’t care to wash up, her pussy would be soaking wet in the morning either way and she’d have to shower twice or just shower in the morning before she went to her first class either way. She was sure Whitney didn’t care if her juices soaked her sheets, some might consider that an achievement. In her aroused mind she could imagine Whitney smelling the need stains of her pussy fluids over and over again, but that was just her heated self. Who knew how she’d be in the morning after all the steam was blown off?

She entered Whitney's room, pulling the covers up to lay down on them herself. Maybe she was dirtying Whitney with her sweat, cum, and grime but Triss couldn’t have paid less attention to it, her hands wrapping around her chest and legs around her hips. Her voice was long gone after all her vocal sounds of pleasure, being louder than most could scream. Her wet cunt was against Whitney's body, close enough that Whitney could most likely feel how wet and dripping it still was. Perhaps it had something to do with her species, perhaps she was merely just very aroused for a long time when first triggered. Who knew?