Even in his exhaustion, he still thought of her first. That simple care warmed Addison's chest in a way nothing else could.
"Y-Yeah…" Addison managed, her voice hoarse, dry, almost grating, as if every moan and cry had scraped her throat raw.
"Alright, don't push yourself too hard. Let me wash you up a little and carry you back to bed," Maxwell said, still catching his breath as he reluctantly pulled out of Addison. He glanced down, groaning low in his throat at the sight of his still-hard cock coated with her juices, his eyes darkening with desire all over again. "Ugh…" he bit his lip, fighting the urge to dive right back in.
Instead, he lifted Addison onto the sink, gently spreading her legs apart. Addison let him do as he pleased, her chest rising and falling as she watched him. His gaze dropped between her thighs, fixating on the slow trickle of his thick white cum seeping from her folds.
