Sara Michaels
Sara was still trembling on the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped loosely around Kingsley’s waist.
His thick c**k was still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last spurts of his release. Warm c*m leaked out around his shaft, dripping slowly down her thighs and onto the marble surface.
She breathed heavily against his neck, her body buzzing with aftershocks. Every tiny movement made her p***y clench around him again, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
“Kingsley…” she whispered shakily, her voice hoarse from trying to stay quiet. “We really should go back… your family is waiting.”
Kingsley didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed buried inside her, slowly grinding his hips in small, lazy circles. The thick head of his c**k rubbed against her sensitive walls, mak
