Celine stayed straddling his thighs, looking down at him.
Deucalion’s d**k stood hard and wet between them, still glistening from being inside her. She shifted forward until the head pressed against her entrance. She did not take him in. She only rested there, letting the soft heat of her p***y touch him.
A thin line of her wetness dripped onto the tip of his d**k. Deucalion’s jaw tightened. “Celine…”
She rocked her hips slowly, sliding her folds up and down the length of him without letting him inside. More of her juice coated him.
“You want it?” she asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Then ask.”
His hands gripped her hips. “Put me inside you.”
She shook her head and kept teasing him, rubbing her wet p***y over his c**k. The head slipped between her folds again and again, but she never lowered
