Eleanor's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her shattering orgasm, every nerve ending alight and hypersensitive.
She lay there on the rumpled sheets, her thighs slick and trembling, Devon's cock finally slipping free from her with a wet, obscene pop that made her wince.
A thick rivulet of his cum immediately oozed out from her well-fucked pussy, warm and viscous, trickling down her inner thighs in lazy streams.
She stared down at it in a haze of post-climactic fog, her swollen labia gaping slightly, flushed a deep crimson from the relentless pounding.
The sight was lewd, undeniable evidence of their betrayal, and a fresh wave of guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Devon had rolled off her, his broad chest rising and falling steadily, a smug, satisfied grin etched across his handsome features.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger that both terrified and thrilled her.
