The air in the living room still vibrated with the echoes of Sofia's squirt, the scent of her release clinging to the dusty walls like holy smoke. She lay sprawled against the wall, a ruined offering—skin flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with shock and something deeper. Worship.
I stood over her, unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness, the leather hiss cutting through her ragged breaths. I freed myself.
And she shrank. Not in fear. In awe.
Her already wide eyes stretched impossibly wider, locking onto the thick, heavy column of flesh springing free.
