The turbulent water in the deepest corner of the pool gradually settled back into a calm, glass-like turquoise, reflecting the harsh glare of the late afternoon sun. Dev remained completely buried inside Piya's thoroughly stretched, trembling core, his massive chest rising and falling heavily against her bare, slippery back.
Under the clear water, a heavy cloud of his thick white cream was slowly leaking out of her opening, mixing with the pool water and drifting away.


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