She wouldn't have voiced a single protest. In her mind, satisfying him was already enough.
But the thought of only one of them reaching that peak didn't sit right with him. His sense of fairness… usually almost nonexistent in most other situations… refused to accept an arrangement where he was the only one who got to feel that overwhelming release.
She had already given him her mouth without holding anything back, had taken him into her throat and swallowed everything he gave her.
The least he could do was return the favor properly and make certain she felt the same kind of intense, body-shaking pressure he had just experienced. Of course, the greater reason was he just wanted to enjoy eating her pussy. But let's not mention this and keep it sentimenal.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, the moss soft and cool under his legs, and reached for her.
Zeyra's dark eyes, still hazy from the rough face-fucking, widened in confusion.
"What are you—"
