She rose to her feet, cum still glistening on her chest proudly. Julian's hands slid to her waist, possessive, demanding and pulled her toward him like he owned her. She let him.
She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her naked skin meeting the heat of his. Her soaked folds brushed against the length of him—just barely—making them both inhale sharply.
"Oh, fuck," Julian groaned, eyes fluttering. "You're still dripping…"
"I never stopped," she whispered, breath hitching. "And you… you're still hard for me."
She moved forward, dragging her slick folds along his cock without letting him in—just enough to drive them both mad.
Julian's jaw clenched and his grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Her teasing was torture, sweet and unbearable.
"You're playing with fire," he growled, breath hot against her cheek.
