Sylvaris groaned, grinding his hips down as the last rope of cum spilled deep into her. Her body trembled beneath him, twitching from the aftershock. Her pussy twitched too—again and again—like it was trying to milk him dry, not letting a single drop escape.
"Fuck…" he muttered against her skin, watching the way her mouth hung open, breathless, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed in pure, shattered bliss.
He pulled out slowly—SCHLLRT—plk...—A soft slurp echoed from between her thighs as his cock slipped free, thick with a mix of her juices and his cum. It clung to her folds, dripping, sliding down her thighs and onto the sheets in a glistening trail.
And yet, despite how wrecked she looked—she still raised her ass. Just slightly. As if it were a trembling offer. A subconscious invitation.
Sylvaris grinned. "Not done yet."
