He slid down off the tower and kissed her. They both tasted their own cum in that kiss and the sweat and water and passion. The cold water washed down over them as they embraced, touching, kissing, panting. The water washed them clean, the mud and cum and road dust drizzling away until they were bare.
The metallic thunk returned and then a groan and then the water slowly stopped. The last few drops dripping out and then the day was hot and dry again.