He rose slowly, his eyes never leaving hers—dark, predatory, promising ruin. Sierra was still trembling from the orgasm he'd wrung from her on his knees, thighs slick and shining with her own cum, skirt bunched uselessly around her waist, blouse and bra long discarded.
She looked like a debauched queen, utterly wrecked and still starving for more.
Phei gripped her waist with both hands—fingers digging into soft flesh—and lifted her effortlessly, turning to deposit her on the edge of the old couch.
She sank into the worn cushions with a soft, broken gasp, legs falling open instinctively—wide, shameless—as if her body had already surrendered every last pretense of control.
Her ruined pussy was on full, obscene display.
