Phei pulled away slowly—lips parting from her swollen, dripping cunt with a final, wet pop that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.
It was a declaration she'd had so much more than she deserved from the boy she had no good intentions to after she was done fucking him!
His chin and jaw glistened with thick layers of her slick, shining trails running down his throat, soaking the collar of his shirt dark and clinging.
He rose to his feet in one fluid, predatory motion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—deliberately slow—eyes never leaving her trembling, wrecked body.
Cassiopeia remained braced against the glass—palms flat and slipping in her own fogged condensation, arms shaking violently, thighs quivering so hard her knees threatened to buckle.
