Xenia smiled, still a little breathless, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.
"I told you I wanted to help you relax."
Xenia slowly lifted her head from his lap, her lips glistening as she stared at his cock with wide, hungry eyes.
Even after that intense release, he was still rock hard, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing visibly under the soft glow of the Lamborghini's interior lights.
"You're still rock hard…" she whispered, voice husky with disbelief and arousal. "Should we stop…?"
Stan's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at her flushed face. "How the hell could I say no to you right now?"
That was all the permission she needed.
Xenia moved with eager grace, climbing over the center console and straddling his lap facing him. The position was intimate and confining in the best way, the driver's seat pushed back slightly, giving them just enough room.
