Lyra He pulled me up so my back was pressed against his chest, causing his dick to slip from between my thighs with a wet sound. I looked up at him and caught a faint smirk playing on his lips. He lifted a hand, tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips,” he whispered, the words barely audible in the silent room, sending a jolt of heat through my exhausted body. I nodded immediately. His smirk widened. “Greedy girl,” he rumbled before lowering his head and capturing my mouth in a demanding kiss. His lips crushed mine, and I parted them instantly, inviting him in. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I tasted it immediately. I could taste the salty tang of his cum and the musky sweetness of my own pussy, all mixed into one unique flavor. I moaned into his mouth, my hand fisting in his hair, holding him to me. The sticky mess between my thighs seemed to pulse with renewed heat, and I felt another wave of wetness coat my
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