She'd finally set the spoon down, the pot still bubbling behind her. She stood there with her arms crossed, her lips pursed like she was about to scold me. But then she shook her head slowly, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"You know," she said, walking toward me with a sway in her hips, "you pissed me off with all that racket. But… watching you fuck her like that—" she nodded at Jasmine, still spread out on the table, pussy leaking my cum in messy strings, "—made me wet."
I raised an eyebrow, cock still half-hard, twitching with leftover heat. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she purred. "Horny bastard… you got me dripping just listening to you pound her."
Before I could say another word, she was kneeling in front of me, her fingers wrapping around my cock. I groaned, the sensitivity shooting straight through me as her small hand gave me one slow, teasing stroke.
"Fuck, Tessa…" I muttered, looking down as her tongue peeked out, licking the bead of cum at the tip.
