Tonya didn't stop.
Her hands gripped him firmly, stroking his slick, swollen shaft with a hungry urgency, every fast glide dripping with the slickness of her saliva—his cock utterly coated in her wetness, glistening under her touch.
Her fingers moved expertly, teasing and pressing just enough to send jolts of fire shooting through his veins.
Her breasts bounced wildly, soft flesh slapping and pressing together with each sharp, eager motion of her hands, the sensual rhythm intoxicating and impossible to resist.
Her mouth hung open, panting as she caught her breath, but that faint, wicked smile tugging at her lips told him everything—she was craving his release as much as he was.
Inside him, the tension mounted unbearably, a tight coil of need and lust winding faster and faster.
His head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, breath hitching as the delicious torment of his climax took hold.
