Natalya let out a soft, breathy whimper, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Hmm... Viper, don't—aaaah—" she moaned as I pulled back, my lips glistening with her slick arousal, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.
Her face was completely red, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lingering pleasure, but she clung to her tough-girl act, her dark eyes smoldering with a mix of shyness and defiance. She bit her lip, her gaze locked onto me as I licked my lips, savoring the last traces of her.
"Now..." she murmured, her voice husky and teasing, "Let me take care of this bad boy..."
Before I could react, she shifted, straddling my lap with a confident smirk. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pajamas, tugging them down in one swift motion.
BOING.
