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Mason's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against Sophia's as he felt her body tighten around him. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He could feel her muscles contracting around his cock, her body begging for release. As he reached his own climax.

"Sophia," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he felt himself release inside her.

Sophia's body trembled as she felt Mason's cock twitch inside her, her own orgasm still pulsing through her body. She could feel his warmth filling her, the sensation causing her to gasp with pleasure.

Mason's hips slowed, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of Sophia. Mason's hips slowed, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of Sophia and she collapsed onto the hood of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan. As she lay their coming down from her brain shattering orgasm she felt herself regaining control of her mind and was now ready to take back control of her body.

Sophia could feel the warmth of Mason's semen spreading through her body, a gentle hum of satisfaction still resonating within her. She slowly opened her eyes, gazing up at Mason, who was standing beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes, still burning with desire, locked onto hers, and Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine.

Mason's hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sophia's face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Sophia's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft sigh, feeling the gentle touch ignite a spark of pleasure within her.

Sophia stood up and looked at Mason with eyes that told him she was the one who wsa actually in charge, "Very good Mason, I will have to have you drive me again in the future, but in the meantime...time for you to clean up your mess" and with that she leaned on the hood and pointed to the ground for him to get on his knees and eat their creampie.

Mason's eyes locked onto Sophia's, a flicker of surprise dancing in their depths before he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He sank to his knees, his movements fluid and deliberate, his gaze never leaving Sophia's face. Sophia's eyes seemed to gleam with a mixture of amusement and anticipation as she watched Mason position himself between her legs.

As Mason's tongue made contact with Sophia's skin, she let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed in appreciation. Mason's movements were gentle, yet deliberate, as he began to clean up the evidence of their passion. "Whose cock is it Mason?"

Mason's voice was low and husky as he replied, "It's yours, Sophia. My cock is yours." His words were accompanied by a gentle lick of his tongue, sending shivers down Sophia's spine. She felt a surge of pleasure as Mason's tongue danced across her skin, cleaning up the evidence of their passion.