Natalia remained on her knees for a long moment, completely spent.
Her chest heaved heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Thick, pearly strands of Alex's cum still dripped slowly from her swollen, glossy lips and chin, landing on her heaving breasts.
Her glowing red eyes were hazy and unfocused, her usually elegant hair a messy tangle. Her black stockings were ruined, thighs glistening with a mixture of her own juices and sweat.
She looked utterly ruined.
And yet, the expression on her face was one of pure, blissful satisfaction.
A soft, broken whimper escaped her as she leaned forward without thinking. Her tongue darted out, gently licking the remnants of his cum from his softening cock with slow, reverent strokes. She cleaned him carefully, almost lovingly, as if she couldn't bear to waste even a single drop.
"…So good," she whispered hoarsely, her voice completely wrecked from the brutal throat-fucking. "I've never tasted anything like you… so thick… so potent…"
