The bed was a wreck—sheets twisted, pillows shoved to one side, the faint sll of sweat and sex hanging in the warm air. Lara lay on her back, chest still rising and falling fast, skin shiny and flushed from everything we’d just done. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips swollen and glossy, one garter strap twisted around her thigh like it had given up staying neat.
I shifted up onto my knees beside her head, straddling her shoulders lightly. My dick—still slick, still half-hard—hung right above her face.
"Yeah baby... clean it nicely," I said, voice low and rough. I gripped the base and guided the tip closer until it brushed her lower lip.
"Umm... hehe..." She giggled softly, eyes flicking up to et mine. Her tongue ca out first—slow, teasing licks along the sides, tasting everything we’d left behind. Then her fingers wrapped around , stroking gentle but firm, cleaning with her hand while her tongue kept working the shaft.
"Take it inside your mouth, bitch," I said, reaching down with my free hand to open her jaw wider. I pushed forward—slow at first—sliding past her lips until half my length filled her mouth.
"Umph... ahmm..." She made muffled little sounds, cheeks hollowing as she adjusted to the size. Her tongue flattened underneath, pressing up against .
I held the back of her head gently but steady, looking down at her the whole ti.
"Are you loving it?" I asked, thumb brushing her cheek.
"Umm... hmm..." She nodded as best she could, eyes rolling up a little when the head bumped the back of her throat. A weird, hazy pleasure washed over her face—half-dazed, half-hungry.
"Co on, suck it up like a good bitch now," I said, tightening my grip just enough to guide her. I started moving my hips—short, shallow thrusts in and out of her mouth.
*Gawk. Gawk.*
Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet room every ti I pushed in deeper. The mattress creaked softly under us with the motion. Drool slipped from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and onto her neck.
"Fuck... I’m getting hard again," I groaned, feeling the familiar heat building low in my stomach. Each slide of her tongue made thicken more in her mouth.
"Yeahh... baby... so good," I muttered, giving one final little push—deep enough that her nose brushed my skin—before slowly pulling out.
"Ahhhhmm fuck!" Lara gasped hard the second I slipped free. Her face was bright red, cheeks burning, lips shiny and swollen. She cleared her throat with a rough little cough, one hand flying up to cover her mouth while the other rested on her chest. Her breasts rose and fell fast, nipples still hard from the cool air and everything else.
"Argmm..." she rasped, throat working as she swallowed the last of her spit. She lay there catching her breath—eyes half-closed, a dazed, happy smile tugging at her lips.
I dropped down beside her, rolling onto my back so my shoulder pressed against hers. My chest heaved too, dick still twitching against my thigh.
She turned her head toward , hair sticking to her sweaty cheek.
"You’re gonna kill one of these nights," she whispered, voice hoarse and amused.
I reached over, brushed the damp strands off her face. "Worth it," I said quietly.
The bed felt soft and wrecked beneath us—sheets bunched up, pillows shoved to the edges, the faint sll of sweat and skin still hanging in the warm air. Lara lay half on top of , one leg thrown over my thigh, her bare skin warm against mine. Her big breasts pressed flat to my chest, rising and falling with each slow breath she took. We were both completely naked, no hurry to cover up or move.
"That was aweso, Lara," I said quietly, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her closer until her head tucked perfectly under my chin.
"Hehe..." She giggled softly, the sound muffled against my skin. Her arms slid around my sides in a lazy hug, fingers tracing little circles on my back.
We stayed like that for a while—just breathing together, hearts slowing down, bodies cooling in the dim white light. Her thigh rested heavy across mine, knee brushing the inside of my leg every ti she shifted.
"Glad you loved it," she said after a minute, voice relaxed and sleepy. She lifted her head just enough to smile at , eyes half-lidded and soft.
I laughed low, the sound rumbling in my chest.
"Not —it’s you who needs to answer that," I said, grinning down at her. "I’m the slut you’re paying here."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," she shot back, swatting my chest lightly with the back of her hand. Her palm lingered there, warm and playful.
"Hahaha..." We both laughed together—quiet, easy, the kind of laugh that cos after everything’s been spent.
I took her hand—the one resting on my chest—and lifted it to my lips. Kissed the top of her knuckles softly, eyes on hers.
"So? Did you enjoy being fucked by , Miss Lara?" I asked, voice dropping gentle.
She nodded slowly, smile spreading wider.
"Yeah, Ezra the handso," she said, teasing my na like it was a secret. "I loved being fucked by you a lot."
I bumped my forehead lightly against hers.
"Yeah... that’s what I wanted to hear."
"Hehe, idiot," she whispered, rubbing her knee slowly against my dick under the sheets—just enough to make it twitch. "As if I would clean a man’s dick if I hadn’t enjoyed it with you."
I chuckled again, pulling her even closer so her breasts squished tighter against .
"Who knows... you were all pent up and horny when you ca here," I said, keeping my tone light and joking. "It’s like you would’ve raped or sothing if I didn’t do it with you. Hahaha..."
She raised one eyebrow, smile turning sly and teasing.
"Who knows..." she said slowly, dragging the words out. "I might’ve done it."
She nuzzled her face back into my neck, lips brushing my skin.
"Don’t move," she murmured. "Stay like this a little longer."
I tightened my arms around her.
"Not going anywhere," I said quietly.
Her breathing evened out against my collarbone, slow and content.
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