After squirting hard, Arya felt utterly exhausted. She leaned heavily against Rohit's chest, her naked body pressed flush against him under the cold shower spray, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still trembling.
Rohit wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand lazily squeezing her plump ass as he enjoyed the feeling of her soft, wet body against him.
"Oops," he murmured with a smug grin, "it seems unlike you, Big Sis… I've got magic in my hands."
Arya immediately straightened up, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "What did you just say?"
Her grip on his throbbing cock tightened possessively, almost threateningly. "My body isn't making you feel good enough?"
Rohit's eyes widened slightly in alarm as he raised both hands in mock surrender. "No, no— Sis, that's not what I meant! It's just… not enough to make me cum yet."
