Zaila felt the strength of her orgasm renewed and the duration she spent spasming, writhing atop her desk, with one hand in the vampire's hair and the other grabbing the edge of her desk, lengthened greatly.
All the while, she was well aware of his tongue working across her walls. After all, that was the reason she was in this state— That along with the way his hands kneaded her ass and tits.
When she finally began to come down from her high, Zaila sat up, pulling the vampire's hair to get him to stand so he was at a height where she could lean forward and capture his lips. The kiss tasted as wonderful as ever and the fact that she could taste herself on the vampire's lips didn't really get acknowledged by Zaila's mind.
Caius groaned at the kiss. He raised one hand to grab the back of her head, kissing her back as hard as she kissed him. And then, Zaila slid off the desk to stand on her feet, pressing herself against him.
