As soon as Lawrence left, Geoffrey's fingers pressed hard, his lips and tongue quickened to suck the wet opening. Roy let out a short cry, softening at her waist and sliding down, panting endlessly inside the carriage.
The flower of climax continually overflowed with fluid, sticking as it flowed along the crevice to Geoffrey's hand.
The scene in the carriage was erotic and obscene. The girl's skirt was messily piled beneath her, nothing covering her private parts except for the well-worn garter belt. Her ass slightly parted, from Geoffrey's perspective, he could see the lips of the swollen, rosy flower and its relentless contraction.
He lifted his right hand and carefully licked the liquid from his palm and between his fingers. As he performed this action, his eyes narrowed slightly, resembling an elegant forest cat licking its paws and fur.
