Finishing Nicolas

“I’m close—” Nicolas choked out, thrusting deeper. Rebecca doubled her efforts, bobbing faster, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. With a guttural cry, he came. Hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed greedily, milking him until he softened, then licked him clean with slow, lingering strokes.

As Nicolas zipped up, flushed and breathless, Rebecca rose, wiping her mouth. Her pussy ached, still hungry. “This stays between us,” she whispered, straightening her dress. Nicolas smirked, eyes lingering on her damp cleavage. “Of course, Mrs. Reynolds. But next time…” He trailed off, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip. “…I won’t settle for just your mouth.”