As you sit up after swallowing his cum, coughing: Simon smirks and finishes teasing your cock. Letting you cum finally before he slides the silver cockring around it again.
You look at him, completely blissed out as he snickers and puts his clothes back on. Picking you up and carrying your limp body into the shower cubicles.
Simon starts cleaning you off, letting you stay in his arms as he rubs the soap up and down your body and works his hands over every sore muscle, “There there, sweetheart†He mumbles as he cleans himself off.
He steps out the shower and wraps his towel around your waist, drying himself off with a spare as you lean against him: tired out completely from your orgasm.
Simon carefully takes you to his room, laying you down as he starts working away on massaging every sore nook and cranny on your body.
You slowly drift off as he runs his large hands up and down your back muscles and shoulders before he puts some of his spare boxers on you: letting you rest under his duvet covers.
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