Julius stared hard at Amara as she knelt there on the floor, her lips all glossy and smeared thick with Devon's fresh cum.
She ran her long tongue slow around her mouth, catching every sticky drop that clung to her chin and cheeks, sucking it clean with soft, wet smacks.
Her eyes sparkled up at him, full of wicked satisfaction, those massive tits still heaving up and down, diamond studs dripping with leftover jizz that ran in white trails down her dark skin.
Damn, she looked like a porn queen who'd just won the biggest award of her life, face wrecked and glowing.
Amara caught his stare right away. She paused, tongue mid-lick on a thick glob by her lip, and tilted her head with a soft smile.
"You sure you're okay with this, baby?" she asked, voice still husky and rough from that deep throat-fuck. "I can stop right now if you want. Just say the word, and I'm done."
