Isla could only nod shyly as she looked down at Elion's soaked face. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his chin was glistening with her juices.
She could feel her own wetness, her pussy still throbbing from the intense orgasm she had just experienced.
Her legs were splayed wide on either side of him, and she could see her precious flower, embarrassingly oozing that watery fluid.
Her flip-flops had fallen off onto the floor at some point, and her little toes were curled, trembling from the aftershocks of her pleasure.
She was momentarily flustered at the embarrassing state her body was in, until Elion suddenly stuck his head in while sticking his pink tongue out, as if he intended to lick some tasty treat.
He couldn't be intending to do what she thought he was going to do, was he?
"!!!" An electrifying shock coursed through her legs.
