She didn't wait. she grabbed him, stroking him violently until he was rock hard again. Then, she didn't just mount him. She attacked him.
She spun around, straddling his chest instead of his hips. She leaned forward, Her hair was a wild, frizzy halo around her face, her eyes blazing with a feral light. She leaned forward, the heavy, sweat-slicked weight of her breasts swinging right in front of his face.
"Taste them," she ordered, her voice a husky growl. She shoved a dark, hardened nipple into his mouth.
Sol obeyed. He latched onto the nub, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive areola. The taste was intoxicating—salt, sweat, and the distinct, metallic tang of female arousal.
"Mmm..." Evara moaned, her head thrown back.
