They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and spent passion, the air thick with their ragged breaths.
Aya lay beneath him, utterly dissolved and quivering with the last aftershocks of her climax, From the side, Veronica watched, her emerald eyes dark with a fresh, burning envy.
"Don't think you're done," she purred, her voice husky as she traced a nail down Julian's arm, "I want to be filled with your warmth, too, I want to feel that hot release inside me."
Her words were a direct command that shattered the last of Julian's restraint, Without a second thought, he pulled himself from Aya's clasping warmth, a trickle of his seed immediately following the departure, glistening on her inner thigh.
He turned his gaze to Veronica, his eyes blazing with renewed desire, In one fluid, powerful motion, he pushed her onto her back, hovering over her, "Then I'll fll you," he vowed, his voice low and thick with promise, "I'll fll you until you can't take any more,"
