Yang Chen leaned down closer, caging her beneath him.
His free hand slid up to her side, his thumb brushing the underside of one heavy breast before cupping her cheek gently.
He tilted her face up so their eyes met, his dark and burning, hers wide and needy.
"Now then," he said in a low teasing drawl, "shall we start the second round?" He emphasized the question by tapping the underside of his massive cock against her stomach.
Each smack made the thick length bounce slightly, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing softly.
The head nudged just above her navel with every tap, leaving faint, glistening trails of precum across her skin.
Nyx whimpered at the teasing contact, hips twitching upward instinctively as though trying to chase the cock that had just been inside her.
Her legs spread wider, thighs trembling with anticipation, pussy lips parting to reveal how soaked and swollen she already was.
