Ely let out a small giggle and leaned forward a little more to slowly lick the head of Mark's cock, cleaning the remaining semen.
He barely had time to catch his breath when he noticed Ely standing up to take off her panties. Leaving her wet pussy completely exposed.
Then she climbed back on top of Mark, straddling him so she could align her soaked entrance with his cock, covering it with her juices.
"Master…" she whispered, looking into his eyes with desire. "I want to feel you inside me… please"
Ely adjusted herself better on top of Mark and grabbed his still-hard cock with one hand, rubbing it slowly against her wet pussy.
The thick head slid between her swollen pussy lips, parting them and getting wetter with every movement.
She moved her hips in slow circles, rubbing the glans right against her clit and then down to her entrance, without letting it go in yet.
The heat of her pussy was intense and slippery.
