Jennifer's body shuddered, her breath ragged, her chest heaving as she panted, "Aaaaaaaaah... f-fuck... s-stop... right now... o-otherwise I'll kill you..." Her voice was a broken, slutty whimper, her thighs trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still dripping onto the sofa.
I pulled back, my mouth glistening with her juices, my lips smeared with her cum, my cock throbbing painfully, begging to fuck her raw. The sight of her—flushed, ruined, still trying to cling to her arrogance—made my cock pulse with dark lust.
"You... you're getting quite ahead of yourself..." she hissed, her voice breathy, unsteady, her fingers clutching the back of the sofa for support. Her eyes flickered to my cock, lingering for a second too long, before she straightened, adjusting her panties with a shaky hand.
"Stay here," she commanded, her voice sharp, but her breath was still ragged, betraying her. "Don't move... and I'll be back soon."
