Kiara's thighs were still twitching when she began to lift herself off his face, her breath ragged and uneven. Her knees wobbled, the slick sound of her wet pussy separating from his mouth loud in the quiet, musky room, her juices leaving a glistening trail on his chin and lips.
She started shifting her leg over his head, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, her full breasts heaving with each labored breath.
Lor's hands didn't stop her—but his voice did, low and teasing, cutting through the haze.
"…What are you doing?"
Kiara froze mid-motion, one leg still hooked over him, her icy blue eyes narrowing down at him from over her shoulder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
"Uh… getting off? You done worshipping or want seconds?" she asked, her voice husky, laced with a mix of sarcasm and lingering need, her pussy still throbbing above him.
Lor raised a brow, licking his lips slowly, savoring the taste of her sweetness still coating his tongue. "You didn't blow me."
