She was shaking in his lap, chest heaving, t**s pressed to his chest, her cunt still twitching around his c**k like it couldn’t let go.
Her thighs trembled on either side of him, soaked and spread, knees barely holding her up as she clung to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping her alive.
Xavier didn’t move.
Didn’t pull out.
His c**k was still buried deep.
Still hard.
Still throbbing.
Her p***y was a mess..cum leaking, lips swollen, c**t still begging for mercy.
But he wasn’t done admiring her.
Not yet.
He tilted his head down and dragged his tongue slowly up her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the leftover soap. His breath was hot against her ear.
“You hear that?” he murmured.
She blinked, dazed.
“Hear…what?”
He grinned.
“That squelching sound your p***
