David’s c**k was still buried inside me, pulsing with the last spurts of his release, when he leaned over my back and growled against my ear, “We’re not done with you, baby girl. Not even close.”
Hot c*m oozed out around his shaft and slid in thick rivulets down my trembling thighs. I was bent over the kitchen island, t**s flattened against the cold marble, ass in the air, completely wrecked and still clenching greedily around him.
Ryan pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. Long strings of spit and c*m connected my swollen lips to the head of his c**k before they broke and dripped onto my chin. He smeared the mess across my cheek with his thumb, then pushed it into my mouth so I could suck it clean.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice hoarse. “Swallowed every drop like you were born for it.
