Julian pulled a small blanket from a drawer under the emergency panel, a standard supply in the building's elevators. He spread it out on the floor and sat down, pulling Emma with him. She collapsed against his chest, her curvy body completely exhausted, but her p***y was already throbbing again. The confined space was hot and smelled of sweat and s*x, and it only made her wetter.
"How are you still hard?" she asked, looking down at his c**k, which was already stiffening again against her thigh.
"I told you, I am nowhere near done," Julian said. He lifted her chin and kissed her. "Now climb on top of me. I want to watch those big t**s bounce while you ride my cock."
Emma felt a surge of boldness. She straddled his lap, positioning her wet p***y over his shaft. She lowered herself down,
