Monica slowly rose from the bed, her chest still heaving from the small orgasm that had just ripped through her.
Who could have thought she could have a climax while pleasuring her mate.
She reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, her mouth still had his lingering taste. She doesn't mind it but she needed to clean her face before going out.
Sweat glistened across her flushed skin, trickling down her forehead and between the deep valley of her heavy tits, making the thin fabric of her low-cut dress cling obscenely to her curves like a second skin.
Lifting her head, she drank the water from the glass, a few droplets sliding down her lips and disappearing in the valley of her heaving bust.
Luke lay sprawled on the sheets, his thick cock still half-hard and shamelessly exposed, slick and shiny with a messy mix of his thick cum and her spit.
