I didn't move. Let her drink it in: the raw, animal reek rolling off me in waves—sweat-soaked skin, Gabriela's squirt still tacky on my inner thighs, thick semen dried in crusty streaks down my cock and balls, the faint salty tang of her pussy clinging to every inch of me.
Sarah's eyes fluttered half-closed. Her thighs pressed together under the uniform pants; I could see the subtle rock of her hips.
"Why haven't you done that to me?" she whispered, voice cracking with need. "All this time… I've been waiting… so fucking long… smelling like her… reeking of another woman's cunt and your cum… while I sit here aching for it…"
I closed the distance in one step. My arms banded around her waist, yanking her against me hard enough that her cap tilted.
