The bed was a wreck—sheets twisted, pillows shoved to one side, the faint smell of sweat and sex hanging in the warm air. Lara lay on her back, chest still rising and falling fast, skin shiny and flushed from everything we'd just done. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips swollen and glossy, one garter strap twisted around her thigh like it had given up staying neat.
I shifted up onto my knees beside her head, straddling her shoulders lightly. My dick—still slick, still half-hard—hung right above her face.
"Yeah baby… clean it nicely," I said, voice low and rough. I gripped the base and guided the tip closer until it brushed her lower lip.
"Umm… hehe…" She giggled softly, eyes flicking up to meet mine. Her tongue came out first—slow, teasing licks along the sides, tasting everything we'd left behind. Then her fingers wrapped around me, stroking gentle but firm, cleaning me with her hand while her tongue kept working the shaft.
