I lay on Mia for a while before getting up and continued to wipe my cock with several pieces of tissue.
But this time, I took the initiative to grab a few pieces of tissue to wipe Mia's pussy.
A delicate trail of semen slowly escaped from her pussy, lingering tantalizingly at the entrance.
I gently scooped up the semen with my fingers and spread it across her smooth back, tracing delicate patterns on her skin.
Even as I did, more continued to flow from her pussy.
I knew I produced quite a lot of semen, almost as much as someone's pee.
But was it really this much? The semen in her pussy didn't stop flowing?
I buried my head between her legs, widened my eyes to look inside, and used my index finger to spread her pussy apart.
Her pussy was filled with my semen, the narrow passage overflowing, resembling a stream steadily seeping out.
I inserted my fingers into the passage, lightly hooked the fingertips, and brought out a bunch of semen.
I continued this motion about a dozen times until I had cleaned out all the remaining semen inside her, before gently wiping her with tissues to make sure she was clean and comfortable."Alright, you should be satisfied after all the night, right?" I teased, giving her butt a playful pat.
Mia turned over to face me, her eyes soft and inviting. She raised her hands and opened her arms to me. "Come here," she murmured. "I want you to hold me while we sleep."
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Alright," I said, wrapping my arms around her. "Let's get some rest."
After a night of passion, our desires sated, we settled into a comfortable embrace. Her body fit perfectly against mine as we quietly held each other, drifting off to sleep.
I casually pulled a blanket, covering us tightly, and the warmth instantly enveloped us.
Before long, we fell asleep.
The next day, Mia was woken up by the alarm clock. She struggled to break from my arms, rubbed her eyes, found that I was still asleep, and leaned over to kiss my nose gently.
Her warm breath brushed against my face, instantly waking me. But it was my body that stirred, not my mind.
I looked at Mia with a slightly dazed expression, gave her a quick glance, and then closed my eyes again, pulling her closer. "It's still early," I mumbled. "Let's sleep a little longer."
"Sleeping longer means no time for breakfast," she murmured.
I gently grabbed the back of her head, pressing her against my chest to interrupt her. "Then I won't eat. I'll just head to work later."
Mia struggled in my arms for a moment, then realized she couldn't break free. With a resigned sigh, she settled back down, hugging me as we dozed off once more.
Twenty minutes later, the alarm clock rang again, and I had to get up.
Relying on muscle memory, I made my way to the bathroom with my eyes closed. I opened them just enough to locate the sink, toothpaste, and my toothbrush.
Closing my eyes again, I grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste by feel, squeezed some onto the brush, and started brushing without rinsing my mouth first.
Just as I was beginning to wake up a bit, I heard a voice beside me.
"That's my toothbrush!" Mia hissed.
I opened my eyes abruptly and saw that I was holding Mia's toothbrush.
Although we had made love many times, it still felt a bit awkward to use her toothbrush suddenly.
"Well, since we've already been intimate, sharing a toothbrush isn't a big deal. You can use mine if you want," I said awkwardly.
Mia sighed helplessly. "I guess we don't have a choice. I don't have any spares at home."
I didn't respond to her and instead focused on brushing my teeth and washing my face. I then left the bathroom and headed to the room to change into a suit.
The suit was not stained with vaginal fluids and semen, not even the smell of debauchery, so I put on it with confidence.
While Mia was still doing her skincare routine, I walked to the bathroom door and knocked. "Hey, I'm heading to the office first, so no one gets the wrong idea about us."
"Okay, be careful on the way," Mia said as she applied a face mask.
I left Mia's house and walked a couple of blocks to the subway, which I took for three stops before getting off near the office.
I walked along the street for a while before reaching the company's PR department.
John and Emily were already at the company and at their respective positions.
John saw me first and greeted me warmly, "Morning, David! Long time no see!"
"Long time no see." I waved back to him, but my tone was not as enthusiastic as his.
As I walked back to my desk, I coincidentally made eye contact with Emily, and there was a certain indescribable feeling in her gaze.
She seemed to miss me, but she couldn't and didn't have the position to say it.
Emily was the only woman I had slept with many times, but I had no emotional attachment to her.
She was like a no-strings-attached partner, offering physical intimacy without any responsibility or emotional investment.
I sat down at my desk as if I hadn't seen Emily, and then dealt with the unfinished issues from last week.
Time passed by second by second, and it was already lunch break.
I went to the cafeteria first to get food, eating seriously.
Suddenly, a familiar and pleasant scent drifted past me, and in the next moment, a recognizable figure came into view—it was Scarlett.
"Think you're hot stuff because you went abroad? Now you don't even come home?" Scarlett's voice was full of reproach.
It was obvious she was upset that I hadn't come home for the weekend, hadn't told her about my return, and hadn't sought her out as soon as I returned. These actions clearly made her unhappy.
Although I really liked Catherine, my feelings for Scarlett were different.
Maybe that was the difference between falling in love at first sight and falling in love after being intimate.
As Scarlett stood by my side, our interaction seemed unusual, drawing the attention of many in the company cafeteria. People were glancing at us, and I could hear whispers.
"No, no," I quickly said, my voice incredibly gentle. "I just got back last night. I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I didn't tell you and Ryan."