a satisfied smirk

Osa collapsed, spent, her body humming. Quivina finally lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk on her face. She crawled back up the bed and kissed Osa, deep and thorough, letting her taste herself on Quivina’s tongue.

“Beautiful,” Quivina whispered against her lips.

The bed shifted heavily. Adunbi was kneeling between Osa’s legs, which Quivina gently parted again. Osa was oversensitive, wrung out, but the sight of him, his massive cock aimed at her, stirred the embers again.

“I need to feel it again,” he said, his voice rough. “Without the blindfold. I need to see your face when I fill you up.”

Osa could only nod, a weak, eager movement. Quivina moved to the side, propping herself on an elbow, her eyes avid. She reached out and stroked Adunbi’s back, then let her hand drift lower to cup and knead his ass.

He didn’t tease. He positioned the broad, plum-colored head at her entrance. Osa could see the contrast vividly: his dark cock against her darker, swollen lips, the deep pink of her inner flesh peeking out, slick and welcoming. He pushed.

The stretch was immediate, more intense now that she could see it. Her body, relaxed from her orgasm, had to open all over again. She watched, mesmerized, as her flesh yielded, stretching taut around the invading circumference. He sank in an inch, two, and paused, his jaw tight.