Droplets clung to her inner thighs in thick beads before rolling down in slow, glistening trails, soaking the hem of her shorts until the black fabric turned almost see-through, clinging transparently to the plump shape of her mound and the cleft between her lips.
I could feel the excess running over my hand in warm streams, dripping off my elbow in steady plops.
For a split second I worried she'd get dehydrated from how much liquid poured out—her body shaking, breath ragged, every muscle trembling as if she might shatter from the intensity.
"Y… You jerk!" Roselyn gasped, voice cracking on every syllable.
She lunged forward and latched onto my ear—hot, wet mouth sealing over the lobe, tongue rolling in slow, serpentine circles that sent electric shocks straight down my spine.
She sucked hard, with her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to sting, then dragged her tongue along the shell of my ear in broad, sloppy strokes.
