Chapter 5
Freya’s pov
“That tastes so f*****g dirty but I love it Riot,” I said licking every bit of his c*m off his thumb slow and deliberate letting him watch my tongue swirl around it while my eyes stayed locked on his.
My p***y was still pulsing and pushing out more of his thick load down my inner thighs, the warm mess mixing with the ointment on his fresh name tattooed right there making the skin sting and throb in the hottest way.
My legs felt weak and shaky from how hard he had f****d me over the chair but my body was already craving more my c**t aching and my n*****s tight under my top.
Riot pulled his thumb out with a wet pop and smeared the leftover streak of c*m across my cheek instead marking me like he could not get enough of seeing me messy with him.
“Good f*****g g
