Kiara's moans grew desperate, muffled around him, her pussy clenching tighter around his fingers as he drove her toward the edge again.
Lor's grip on her hip tightened, his thumb circling her clit faster, and she shattered first—her body shaking violently, a muffled cry vibrating around his cock as her pussy gushed over his hand, juices spilling down his wrist, her thighs quaking against him.
The sensation pushed him over—his hips jerked, a deep groan escaping as he came, hot spurts filling her mouth, thick and sudden.
Her eyes widened, gagging slightly as the salty taste flooded her, her hand freezing on him mid-stroke.
"Fuck," she coughed, pulling off with a wet pop, trying to swallow what she could, but the rest spilling from her lips, thick strands dripping down her chin as she gasped for breath.
Lor was panting, eyes half-lidded, his fingers still buried in her pulsing pussy, lazily pumping through her aftershocks, drawing out soft whimpers from her.
