The purple lights of the Sovereign still bathed them in that sinful glow when Maddie finally found her voice again.
Her eyes were glassy with lips swollen and parted; Maddie's chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.
The denial had left her strung tight as a bowstring, her soaked pussy still clenching rhythmically around nothing, thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. The dress that had once looked so refined now clung to her like a second skin — the neckline slipped low from their earlier struggle, the tops of her full, heavy breasts threatening to spill free with every breath.
The hem was already bunched high around her waist, baring the smooth, creamy expanse of her thighs and the soaked scrap of lace barely covering the puffy, glistening folds of her cunt.
