Aubrey and I went back to the restroom.
Her body still quivered, her own climax still lingered. sharpening her hunger.
She stood, smoothing her gown, adjusting her hair in the mirror, slipping back into her deceiving face. But her clothes still remained dampened.
While my taste still lingered like an exotic brand. I exhaled, unfolding my arms and grazed just an inch from her curves.
"We should do this more often." I murmured, pulling her in for one last kiss….deep, possessive, her soft lips.
She broke away, eyes gleaming with unspent desire.
"I'm always available anytime you need to stroke that cock…" she whispered, her voice husky with passion. "With all that cum in me, there's no way I'm not gonna birth your heir."
She moved towards the exit, quietly swaying body, saying more than words could ever.
I licked my lips leering at her. 'It's crazy I never knew this version of Aubrey existed, even through all the years we dated.'
