Once again, Julie's tongue darted out, her body trembling with anticipation as she leaned forward, ready to lap up the sticky mess, her pussy throbbing at the thought of finally savoring Cassius's cum.
But just as she was about to dive in, Cassius's voice came once again like before, to her disbelief.
"Hold up, Julie." He said, his tone laced with a mischievous edge. "I've got one more idea to make this even better."
Julie froze, her tongue inches from the puddle—irritation flaring in her chest as she whipped around to face him, her cheeks flushed with frustration.
"Why are you always stopping me, Cassius?" She snapped, her voice grumpy, almost petulant. "I'm drooling here from holding back for so damn long! Ever since I heard Aisha and Skadi going on about your cum like it's some kind of treasure, I've been dying to taste it, feel it, experience it. And here you are, stopping me over and over again!"
She threw her hands up, her eyes narrowing, her lips pursed in a pout.
