Her body was a little shaky, the abrupt decrease in activity a rather jarring transition. She made a little sound of contentment as he drew her closer to him, placing a hand on her back. It felt good, being against him, feeling that heat and steady pulse. Eventually, though, she became aware of how sweaty they both were. "I think we need a shower," she said as she wormed away from him, getting up and moving toward her bedroom door. "Join me?" she asked over her shoulder, wiggling her butt at him. She was pretty well sated but that didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy rubbing soap all over his body.<br/><br/>She heard the front door of the apartment open as she went out into the hall and a tired looking Cleo came in. She looked far more desheveled than when she left but it was the kind that spoke of someone who had been roughly fucked for about four hours rather than from a more negative experience. "Well look at you," Beretta said, hands on naked hips, Carth's cum beginning to leak down her leg.<br/><br/>"Look at me? Look at you. That soldier boy fucked you good. At least I got paid. And it wasn't an old guy. It was an old guy and his six friends. I gotta go sit on some ice." The copycat turned around and went into the kitchen.<br/><br/>"We're gonna take a shower," Beretta called after her. "Join us if you feel like it!"