I swallowed the last thick rope of Blake’s c*m, feeling it coat my throat, warm and heavy, sliding down slowly like he’d marked me from the inside. My lips were puffy, and my chin was slick with spit and the tiniest bit that had escaped. I could still taste him, bitter, salty, and addictive, and my p***y clenched emptily just thinking about how full my mouth had been seconds ago.
Before I could even lick my lips clean, Blake moved like lightning.
His big hands grabbed my waist, fingers bruising, and in one brutal flip he had me flat on my back. The couch cushions sank under my weight, and my legs splayed wide open on instinct, knees falling apart, and thighs trembling. He loomed over me, his eyes black with lust and chest heaving. His fingers hooked the waist of my tiny sleep shorts and
