Nobody had said stop.
She swallowed what was left. She pulled back, wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, and sat on her heels with her hand still tucked between her legs.
She did not look at anyone.
She could feel how wet she was. She could feel the heat of his cum still on her tongue.
On the bed, nothing had stopped.
Sophia had not let go of him.
She was still stroking his cock with slow, light passes of her hand, easing him down, and Lor, with his face between her thighs, was still licking her through her aftershocks. Every time his tongue touched her she jumped and pushed back into it anyway.
The pink mesh over her ass was pulled tight. She made small, quiet sounds each time he licked her, and her fingers kept moving on him even though he was softening.
Lia watched this for a few seconds. Then she slid down the bed on her stomach, bumped Sophia's hand aside, and took his cock into her mouth.
He was still sensitive. He groaned against Sophia.
