They stayed locked together until both of their orgasms had played out: Karen with her face in the pillow and her hips in the air, and Sam bowed over her, his cock softening in her cunt, the fronts of his thighs warm and sweaty against the back of hers, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, and the other reaching with outstretched fingers for the mattress, in a mostly failed attempt to take some of his weight off of her. As rational thought returned, Sam caught sight of their reflection in a closet mirror. His lips twitched into a smile at the peculiarity of their position, and he struggled to...