Damien grunted again, a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate through the small space of the kitchen.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid his long, thick cock out of Claire's mouth with a soft, wet pop that echoed faintly in the air.
Claire's eyes fluttered shut instinctively at the sudden release, the taste of his cock still lingering in her throat.
He didn't move away entirely. Instead, his fingers brushed lightly against her jaw, guiding her to look at him, while the shaft of his cock tapped gently against her cheek.
"You've gotten a lot better at this," he said, his voice low and measured, carrying a hint of amusement that sent shivers down her spine.
Despite the intensity of what they had just done, despite everything that had happened just moments ago, Damien was still hard.
His length pressed against the fabric of his pants, thick and unyielding, an undeniable reminder of the power and stamina that seemed to pulse through him endlessly.
