My cock was already hardening again, throbbing back to life from the sounds she was making, the way her body begged. But before I let her tip over the edge, I wanted something from her.
I pulled my fingers free slow, her pussy fluttering in protest, a soft whine escaping her as I stepped away. She kept her face buried in the padded table, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure, hips still rocking slightly like she was chasing my touch.
I moved quietly to the front of the table, cock fully hard now, standing thick and heavy right in front of her face.
She sensed the change first—the absence of my hands—then lifted her head, eyes fluttering open. They widened instantly when she saw it—so close, throbbing, the head glistening, the scent of sex and lotion heavy in the air.
She bit her lip hard, staring, shocked at the size, the veins, the way it pulsed inches from her mouth.
