Trevor's heart hammered against his ribs like it wanted to escape.
He was still catching his breath from the intense orgasm, his cock softening slightly inside Chloe's pulsing wet pussy, when she shifted beneath him with a wicked little smile.
Her fingers trailed down his sweat-slicked chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin.
"We still have a little time before I have to leave… right?" she whispered yet again, voice husky and teasing.
Her hand kept moving lower, wrapping around his spent cock and giving it a slow, lazy stroke. Even though he had just come, the touch sent a fresh spark through him.
Trevor swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the locked door. "Chloe… my mom is literally right down the hall. We can't—"
"Shhh." She pressed a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her own mouth, kissing him deep and filthy.
Her tongue slid against his, tasting herself on him from earlier. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with renewed hunger.
