Ella's chest still glistened with Kyle's cum, streaks of it smeared across her tits like war paint. She licked the last drop from her bottom lip, eyes feral, and shoved him flat onto his back again. The couch creaked under his weight as she climbed over him, knees bracketing his hips, her soaked shorts long since kicked to the floor. She hovered above his cock, still rock-hard, slick with her spit and his own release, and dragged the fat head through her dripping pussy.
"Look at you," Ella rasped, voice thick with lust.
"Still fucking hard for me. Greedy bastard." Ella was glad he was this aroused for her, it made her feel good that it wasn't one sided.
Kyle's hands settled on her thighs, thumbs digging in, but he didn't push. He let her take.
"All yours, Ella. Do whatever you want," Kyle gave her the go ahead.
"Damn right," Ella said with a wicked grin.
