"Good," she smiled against his neck, her tongue dragging across his pulse. "Do it. Cum for me while that sweet, clueless teacher who just fingered herself to your scent wipes her juices."
Lor let out a strangled gasp as his hips jerked, and suddenly it hit him.
The climax slammed through him like a punch—hot, wild, raw.
His cock pulsed between Kiara's soles, thick, pearlescent ropes spilling out, coating her feet, dripping over her toes, spurting up onto his own stomach as she continued to stroke, milking every last drop with slow, decadent squeezes, her heels pressing lightly against his hips to keep him pinned.
Kiara moaned softly behind him as she felt him pulse, her legs twitching from the tension, her own pussy throbbing faintly at the sight of his release.
"Good boy…" she whispered, licking his ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "God, you look so fucking hot when you cum."
