The air saturated with the scorching musk of Linda's pussy, the sharp tang of her saliva dripping from my cock, the bitter polish of the ebony piano lid slick with her come, and the thick, salty reek of my pre-cum smeared across her tongue and chin.
Shadows casted across--her ravaged body—knees bruised on the plush rug, breasts heaving, nipples dark and swollen like ripe berries begging to be sucked raw, thighs glistening with her arousal, the tattered lace skirt a twisted shred around her waist, her face a wreck of tear-streaked lust, lips swollen and glistening with strings of spit and my leaking cock-slime, chin dripping with spit.
My cock throbbed in the air, massive, veiny, glistening with her saliva, the head swollen and leaking thick ropes of pre-cum that dangled like obscene pearls, pulsing with every heartbeat. Her moans lingered—
"HNNGH—Peter—fuck—more!"—raw, desperate, and she screamed her thoughts aloud in a broken, filthy whisper...
