Olivia froze, eyes wide, then squeezed them shut, swallowing quickly thinking that was a part of the blowjob too, her hand still stroking, wringing every drop from him.
When she pulled back, panting, a strand of cum clung to her lower lip before she wiped it away with a trembling hand.
Her hazel eyes were sharp, defiant, but her flushed cheeks and pressed thighs betrayed her own heat.
"Happy?" she spat, her voice wavering.
Lor grinned, tucking himself back into his trousers, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Ecstatic."
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Olivia sat back on her heels, her breath uneven, wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.
Her cheeks glowed crimson, her hazel eyes sharp but trembling with a faint, unguarded vulnerability.
Lor tucked himself away, his smirk unwavering, his hazel eyes raking over her as if he could devour her with a glance.
