Now that they were equally done, judging by the amount of velvety sauces from Charlette mixed in with his own, he slowed then stopped, but remained inside of her.  Paul was waiting for his post-cum spasms to subside.  In the meantime, he looked down at her sweet tush, smiling at the splotches of his juice sprinkled on it.<br/><br/>Not all of the liquid was his, of course, as it was evident she had been holding back.  Charlette must’ve climaxed with some impressive force, as the evidence was there on her thighs and his twitching boner, which he had finally withdrawn.<br/><br/>Paul returned her smile while exhaling deeply.  He was spent in more ways than one.  “That was,” he said, agreeing with her.  He squeezed both of her butt cheeks, and then stated, “Stay right there.  I’ll get a warm wash cloth and wipe you down.”<br/><br/>Retreating to the bathroom, he ran hot water in the sink with a wash cloth directly under it, soaking up the liquid.  A quick squeeze and twist, and he was right back behind her, admiring her ass since it was still up in the air, waiting for him like he asked.  Paul commenced to wipe all that stickiness off of her, while thinking how awesome a hot shower would feel when he was done.