Chapter 85.
Clara’s POV.
My body was still trembling, and my p***y was not just leaking with juice, it was pulsing with the need to release.
I clutched the edge of the table tightly.
“Oh… Max… please… I want to c*m… Oh f**k, Max! Help me c*m… let me c*m, please.”
My eyes rolled backward, and my body turned rigid, but guess what became harder, the ability to not clamp my legs tightly at this pressing moment.
Maxwell’s hand left my ass, and a trail of relief rushed into me because I thought… I badly thought that I was going to get an orgasm now, but I suddenly felt the feeling of something very familiar against the entrance of my p***y.
His c**k.
No. The cap of his c**k, brushing up and down against my wet p***y lips.
My body shook. No. Vibrated, and every inch of me howled for orga
