Xavier dragged his pants up slow, his c**k still fat, still twitching, sticky with the mess she’d wrung out of him.
The fabric barely contained him. His thighs were slick, his abs streaked with frosting and spit, his chest bruised where her mouth had sucked him raw.
And f**k, he looked wrecked.
Sky sat there like a queen in his chair. Naked. Gleaming. Her thighs still spread, her p***y swollen and leaking with his c*m, her lips shiny from frosting and filth.
Her hair was wild. Her eyes were untamed. She looked like she’d just f****d the devil and still wanted dessert.
Xavier grabbed her chin and kissed her again, rough and greedy, tongue dragging across hers like he couldn’t get enough of her taste. He groaned into her mouth, still breathless, still high from the chaos she fed him.
