Sophie stood frozen in the bathroom, her heart hammering in her chest, her body a live wire of raw desire, Devon's thick, throbbing cock pressed firmly against the curve of her ass, his breath scorching her neck.
The sharp click of the bathroom door's lock still rang in her ears, the flimsy wooden barrier the only thing separating them from Mark, whose groggy voice had just called out, "Soph? You there?" Her pussy pulsed, slick and swollen from their earlier frenzied fucking, her inner thighs glistening with her juices, the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the faint lavender of her lotion in the humid air.
Her nipples stood hard against the cool bathroom tiles, aching for touch, as Devon's hands roamed her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, brushing her clit with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her bite her lip so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood to stifle a gasp.
