The water ripples around Sarita’s trembling thighs as her climax fades into warm, pulsing aftershocks. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the slick edge of the pool as she tries to steady herself. The golden afternoon light glints off the damp curves of her body, her skin flushed pink from exertion, her nipples still tight with arousal. Aarav’s cock presses against her lower back, thick and unyielding, his breath hot against her ear as he murmurs, "Still think you can handle us, little cousin?" His voice is a dark velvet taunt, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her hipbone, possessive even in the aftermath of her surrender.