My eyes locked onto Emily—a bitch in heat, her tongue slithering over her cum-crusted lips, her glazed eyes devouring my still-throbbing cock.
The head pulsed, dripping pre-cum, twitching like it knew she was already mine. She licked her lips, her fingers twitching toward me, her breath hitching like a starving whore eyeing a feast.
Then—she struck.
Her small, trembling hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the slick slit, forcing the foreskin all the way back to the base with a wet schlick.
A bead of pre-cum welled up, glistening, and she moaned, her voice a filthy purr:
"Ohhh… Still so hard… Even after painting me white…" Her fingers stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum before bringing it to her lips, licking it off with a slow, obscene mmm. "Mmm… So sweet… Like honey… But stronger…"
Her other hand traced my abs, her nails digging in just enough to tease, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper:
