Rain poured over my naked body, my p***y throbbing with Dax’s c*m, my wrists raw from the rope he’d untied. I stood against the railing, the city’s lights blurring below, thunder shaking my bones. My skin was alive, every raindrop a sting, my c**t pulsing, begging for more.
Dax’s eyes were feral, rain dripping from his hair, his c**k still hard, glistening with my juices. “You’re not done,” he growled, grabbing my hips, pulling me back to the lounge chair. I moaned, my body trembling, ready to be wrecked again.
The chair was slick with rain and my c*m, sticking to my ass as I sat, legs spread wide. Lightning cracked, illuminating my t**s, my p***y bared to the storm. Dax knelt, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, exposing every inch.
His tongue flicked my c**t, fast and ro
