My eyes locked onto Ravina's pussy—raw, angry red, the lips puffy and glistening, swollen from the brutal pounding of my cock and the relentless slap of my balls against her soaked flesh.
My cock, still half-hard, twitched at the sight, a thick bead of precum welling at the tip, taunting me with the memory of her tight, fertile heat.
With a grunt, I shifted out from beneath her, letting Ravina collapse onto the cold stone bed, her body spent, her thighs slick with cum, piss, and the evidence of her ruin.
I tied my leaf skirt back around my waist, the rough fabric brushing against my semi-hard cock, teasing it back to fullness at the thought of her clenching heat.
Ravina propped herself up on her elbows, her voice weak but pleading, her eyes glazed with need. "Dexter… are you leaving?"
I nodded, my gaze lingering on her used-up body, the cum still dripping from her gaping pussy. "Yeah…" I rumbled, my voice low and rough.
