Sasha whimpered, her thighs twitching as aftershocks rippled through her.
Her body was trembling, sensitive to every brush of his tongue, but Ross showed no mercy.
He sucked her clit gently, savoring the way her hips jerked with each touch, the way her voice trembled with each moan.
"R-Ross, I… I can't… it's too much," she gasped, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure still lingering in her veins.
But he didn't stop.
He moved slower now, more deliberately, tasting her, teasing her, coaxing another reaction from her overstimulated body.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her steady as he traced lazy circles around her swollen clit.
Every motion was designed to drive her insane—to push her to the edge again and keep her there, teetering on the brink of another climax.
Sasha's breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples still peaked from earlier attention, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
