30 Nights
My pussy fluttered, still trying to keep it in.
Marcus looked down at the mess, then at my face. He was breathing hard. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with both of us.
He reached for the camera.
“Don’t move.”
I stayed exactly where I was—legs open, shirt off, his cum leaking out of me—while he raised the camera and took the shot.
The shutter clicked.
He lowered it and met my eyes.
“Same time tomorrow,” he said. “And wear something easier to take off.”
I nodded, thighs still shaking, his cum sliding down my skin.
I already knew I’d be back.