Nalia watched as layer after layer slowly peeled away from his facade, each bit of him caving to his desires. She could feel the engorged member throb in anticipation, stiffen as it reached its limit, and relished in the sight of his teeth clench with a profanity stuttering on his lips. This was it. That was what she wanted, what she craved, to see him stagger under her influence and fold to her whims.<br/><br/>As he pressed her against him, she expected what was to come, and she swallowed accordingly. But it came on too strong, stronger than she had anticipated, and gagging was the only likely outcome. Thankfully, he wasn’t so absorbed in the sensations that he recognized her need for air as she choked on his seed. Pulling her off of him and letting her take a moment to swallow, or cough, she proceeded to stand with his help.<br/><br/>The both of them were wobbly to put it mildly, like a couple of young deer learning to walk for the first time. They held onto each other for support and for warmth, as well as for the affection that came from the gesture. The two of them spent the next few moments just breathing, catching their breaths and slowing their hearts. Nalia’s ear rested right at his chest, and she could hear it pumping erratically during its struggle to calm down. A small chuckle left her mouth, springing forth from her own chest, at his words. “I’m glad I could be the one to give you that experience.” Her own arms wormed their way around his middle to hold him the same way he held her, just taking the moment to enjoy him.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Nalia closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She whispered softly, “I think maybe we should take a rest. There’s a card in my pants pocket for a room. I don’t know about you, but I’m spent.” She didn’t make a move to leave the showers or his arms, still trying to recenter herself....and also just not wanting to move away from him just yet.