Forbidden Collection
“Come in my mouth, Elias. Give it to me.”
He groaned—a deep, broken sound—and erupted. Hot spurts coated her tongue. She swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and sagged against the wall.
But Rita wasn’t done.
She stood, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and straddled his lap. The booth was so narrow her knees pressed against the walls. She ground down against his still-hard cock, soaking her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt.
“Your turn to repay me,” she whispered against his ear.