Sarah pulled her dripping pussy away from my throbbing cock with agonizing slowness, the slick lips clinging to the head one last time before releasing it with a soft, wet pop that echoed in the charged silence of the room.
A thick string of her arousal stretched between us before snapping, splattering across my abs in a warm, sticky line.
My cock bobbed desperately in the air—veins pulsing, pre-cum leaking in steady rivulets down the underside, pooling at the base like a filthy promise. I growled in frustration, hips bucking uselessly against the cuffs, the chain rattling like a taunt.
She didn't speak at first—just shifted with predatory grace, turning her body in a slow, deliberate spin until she straddled me in reverse cowgirl. Her full, round ass cheeks hovered inches above my groin, still flushed pink from earlier grinding, the faint sheen of sweat and her own juices making them glisten under the dim light.
