“I’m not done with you,” he growled.
I was still catching my breath, back against the wall, legs shaking, thighs sticky with sweat and c*m and rain his c*m leaking from both holes, still warm, still thick.
But he didn’t give me time to recover.
He pulled me down with him onto the wet ground.
Back against the brick.
His c**k already hard again.
“You’re gonna ride me,” he whispered. “Just like that. Don’t clean up. I wanna see it all drip out while you take me again.”
My heart stuttered.
He laid back, legs stretched out, eyes dark and hungry as he stroked himself slick and shiny, still wet with everything we’d done.
I turned around.
Straddled him backwards ass facing him, hands on his thighs, still trembling.
“Go on,” he murmured, breathless.
“Sit on it.”
I did.
Slow. Deep. Sha
