50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
Only then did he pull out, leaving me gasping, coughing, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum.
I looked up at him, chest heaving, face a mess. I could feel his cum on my tongue, salty and thick. I opened my mouth to show him, then swallowed slowly, deliberately, letting him watch my throat work.
Robert smirked, thumb brushing across my cum-smeared lower lip.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “But we’re not done. Clean me up.”
I leaned in without hesitation, licking every inch of his softening cock—tongue swirling around the head, sucking the last drops from his slit, cleaning the spit and cum off his balls like an obedient little pet.