"You're fucked out, babe, but you're still mine," he teased, his tone rough, playful, his fingers tangling in her auburn hair, tugging gently, tilting her head back, exposing her throat, her pulse racing, her emerald eyes wide, her full lips trembling, her need raw, unfiltered.
"Always yours…" she murmured, her voice husky, soft, her emerald eyes locked on his, a mix of devotion, lust, love, her hand gripping his wrist, nails digging faintly, her plump breasts heaving, her round ass quivering, her pussy dripping, her juices mingling with his cum, a slick mess on the sheets.
She shifted, sitting up, her white hair swaying, her freckled skin flushed, her body sore but alive, her heart swelling, her soul bound to him, her desire a fire that wouldn't die.
"Let's… clean up," she said, her voice shaky, a shy smile curving her full lips, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief, her pussy tingling, her mind spinning with the thought of more intimacy, more of him.
