Chapter 7

Marco doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his release pulses into me, his breath hot against my neck.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take every fucking drop.”

I’m still trembling, my body oversensitive, my mind hazy, when Marco finally withdraws.

His cum leaks out of me, thick and warm, running down my thighs as he steps back, his cock glistening, still half-hard.

I whimper at ...