Sky was limp.
Her body collapsed onto the soaked sheets, her thighs trembling, her mouth slack and wet. Her p***y was ruined. Xavier’s c*m dripped from her swollen lips, leaking in slow, filthy streams down her inner thighs. Her makeup was wrecked. Mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess of knots and sweat.
But she wasn’t done.
Not even close.
Xavier stood at the edge of the bed, towering, chest rising and falling like a beast still hunting. His c**k was still hard. Still soaked in her c*m, in his own c*m, in the filth they created. Veins thick. Tip red. Hungry.
“On your knees.”
His voice was deep. Final. Commanding.
Sky whimpered, but she obeyed. She crawled across the bed, c*m still dripping from her p***y with every shaky movement, and dropped to the floor in front
