I was still pressed to the wall.
My breath hadn’t come back.
My legs were trembling.
His c*m was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us.
He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone.
Then he looked down.
Watched it spill from between my thighs. His c**k twitched at the sight.
“You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “f*****g dripping with me.”
I nodded, dazed.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “And I want it.”
He blinked. “What?”
I pushed off the wall, legs barely steady, and slid down to my knees in front of him.
“I want to taste it.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
I reached between my legs, fingers gathering the slick mess from my swollen cunt, smearing it onto his c
