Gradually, they both began to come down from their releases. Heavy breaths filled the air, a far more calm sound than the rampant plapping and moaning from before. A heady musk filled the air, tingling their sinuses with the delightful scent of their mixed passion. Unable to keep herself up, Minuette toppled onto the table, laying limply on it as she smiled dumbly. Her limbs spasmed on occasion along with the occasional flick of her ear, the lingering sensations of her climax echoing into her afterglow. Still clenching down on Anon’s cock, intent on ensuring she claimed every last drop of seed from him, she sighed with pleasure as he began to slowly pull out of her depths. A stream of liquid stretched between his cock and her pussy and eventually fell to the floor, no doubt a combination of both of their juices.