Devon sank back, his body still thrumming with heat from the raw, sweaty fuck with Amara. His thick cock hung heavy between his thighs, softening now but still twitching, slick with her sweet pussy juice and his own cum drying in the warm, sticky air of the VIP booth.
The redhead knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped greedy around his shaft, tongue lapping slow and hungry, chasing every last drop of their mixed juices like it was her favorite dessert.
Her mouth felt hot, eager, teasing him with soft sucks that sent little sparks up his spine.
But Devon was done with her for now. He
reached down, fingers brushing her soft cheek before gripping her chin gentle but firm, lifting her face up. Her big, needy eyes met his, lips shiny and pouting.
"Stand up, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding, his eyes not even lingering on her.
