He didn’t stop — he kept sucking and licking through every wave, milking every tremor until I was shaking and gasping, my juices running down his neck.
When I finally came back to myself, he was kissing his way back up my body, his face shiny with my c*m and a satisfied, filthy smirk on his lips.
"Feel better?" he asked, voice rough with lust.I pulled him down for a messy kiss, tasting my own p***y on his tongue.
"Much. But we're not done."
His eyes flared with raw hunger.
"No?"
"No."
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with shaking fingers.
"Your turn."
I pushed his pants down along with his boxers, and—Oh. He was big. Thick and rock-hard, the heavy veiny shaft curving upward, the fat head already leaking pre-c*m. My mouth watered at the sight of how massive he was.
"Vanessa—"
