Reagan touched the area around their waist and giggled.

"Damn! Everywhere is so wet. You drenched the sheets with your juices. How was it?" He asked, smiling.

"It was intense. I can't explain it. However, I'm not the only one. Stop pushing the blame on me. I will wash the sheets right away" Aurelia whispered in embarrassment, trying to get up.

Reagan pushed her back to his chest.

"Relax, I will wash it myself. You're my baby, your little hands can't wash the heavy sheets. I was just joking. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself a lot. However, it was not a mere orgasm. It was spiritual. Let's go wash up...