Vessara moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine as she took him deeper, her nose brushing against his base.
Vael's thighs trembled, his balls tightening as the pressure built unbearably. "Shit—I'm close," he rasped, fingers fisting harder in her hair. With a guttural sound, he pulled her off his cock just before the edge, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his swollen shaft.
Vessara gasped for air, her chin shiny with drool, eyes dark with lust.
"Stand," He ordered. His voice was rough, dark, and commanding.
Vessara obeyed. Her legs trembled as he pulled her closer, his mouth tracing hot kisses along the edge of her panties. His teeth grazed her hipbone before he dragged the fabric down her thighs with deliberate slowness. Her already soaked pussy was exposed.
