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Our chests touch. My breasts running over his pecs. His cum and my spilled drink create a slippery sensation, not unlike that of after-sex-sweat. The smell is delicious, but the tension is gone, for now. He lets out a sigh and I relax onto on him. We lie there for a few minutes. A light rain has started outside; he opens a large window letting the sounds of it and the city in. Standing at the window I can feel a large truck rumble by as he gently traces his hand down my back and cups one of my cheeks. I can feel his breath on my back and he kneels down, his hands start at the bottom of my calves and move up -- just a finger on each leg. Getting closer. I move my rear out a little, trying to bring more of his hand onto my leg. Just a finger. Up and up. I am very conscious of my sex. It is still warm, both our cum's mixed there. His fingers hit the wetness and move up. The touch my lips, as my hands had a few minutes before.