Marina sounded angry and unbearably turned on at the same time.
Her tongue flicked out — one long, wet stripe from balls to tip, tasting everything she could reach.
"You're going to let me clean you up properly," she said, voice muffled because half her face was pressed against my cock. "And then you're going to fuck my throat until I can't talk tomorrow. Understood?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling, trying to draw out any trace of Lorena that might still be lingering there. At the same time, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking firmly while her other hand cupped and gently rolled my balls.
She pulled off with a wet pop just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny.
"I'm serious, Jack. I want you empty. I want to feel you throbbing and then going soft in my mouth because there's literally nothing left."
