Sol looked down at the wreck he had made of her.
He reached down and brushed several wet strands of hair away from her face, fingers lingering against her flushed cheek.
His cock remained heavy and half-hard, still twitching with residual pulses, glistening from root to tip with her saliva and his own cum.
His hand moved from her cheek as he cupped her jaw, thumb smearing a thick streak of white across her lower lip before pushing it back between her lips.
"You did so fucking well," he said, voice still rough from the orgasm. "First time and you already took all of it. Swallowed every drop. That felt fucking amazing.""
The praise hit her harder than the rough treatment had.
Zeyra's eyes brightened at once. A small, almost shy smile pulled at her abused mouth… rare on her usually sharp face. She didn't answer with dramatic promises.
