Devon didn't waste a second after Eleanor's body slumped forward, her pussy still twitching and leaking slick from the brutal orgasm he'd wrung out of her with his tongue and fingers.
She was a mess—chest heaving, tits spilling out of the silk dress, nipples hard and red from rubbing against the sheets, her face buried in the pillow as she gasped for air like she'd just run a marathon. Cum from his earlier load still dripped down her chin, mixing with fresh tears of pleasure that streaked her makeup-smeared cheeks.
But that satisfied haze in her eyes only made his cock throb harder—he was rock-hard again, thick shaft veined and slick from her spit, the head leaking pre-cum that dripped onto her ass as he positioned himself behind her.
He grabbed her hips with rough hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave red marks that would bruise tomorrow, and yanked her ass up higher.
