Evelyn moved like a cat, the fluid grace of a second-stage warrior returning to her limbs.
Ethan's cock slipped free of her pussy with a wet, obscene pop, and before he could react, she was already on top of him, her knees pressed against his hips, her palms resting on his shoulders, her lips ghosting against his.
She felt his breath, hot and masculine against her mouth.
He felt hers in return, sweet and intoxicating, like the scent of cherry trees in bloom.
Between her thighs, warm cum seeped slowly from the pale, plump lips of her pussy, those soft folds glistening, the pearlescent liquid tracing a lazy path down her inner thigh.
Ethan's cock, still half-hard, nestled into the cleft of her buttocks, swallowed by the soft, warm weight of her ass cheeks pressing around him from either side.
"I haven't lost yet..." Evelyn sighed, the words barely leaving her lips before his rough hands found her tits.
