Chapter 116: sweet
"Good," she smiled against his neck, her tongue dragging across his pulse. "Do it. Cum for me while that sweet, clueless teacher who just fingered herself to your scent wipes her juices."
Lor let out a strangled gasp as his hips jerked, and suddenly it hit him.
The climax slammed through him like a punch—hot, wild, raw.
His cock pulsed between Kiara’s soles, thick, pearlescent ropes spilling out, coating her feet, dripping over her toes, spurting up onto his own stomach as she continued to stroke, milking every last drop with slow, decadent squeezes, her heels pressing lightly against his hips to keep him pinned.
Kiara moaned softly behind him as she felt him pulse, her legs twitching from the tension, her own pussy throbbing faintly at the sight of his release.
"Good boy..." she whispered, licking his ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "God, you look so fucking hot when you cum."
He collapsed back against her, breath ragged, eyes dazed, his cock twitching weakly, slick with his release against her now-sticky feet.
Kiara leaned her head on his shoulder, looking past him at Silvia—still catching her breath, now pulling her skirt down shakily, her generous chest heaving, eyes hazy and far-off.
"I almost feel bad for her," Kiara murmured, dragging her cum-covered foot slowly along Lor’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Almost."
Silvia sighed, tucking Lor’s shirt against her chest like a treasured object, her expression softening into something almost tender, almost aching.
Then she stood slowly, red-faced, her wand vanishing with a flick of her fingers.
She walked to the door, her heels echoing softly on the floor, casting one last look back at the table—the spot where she’d just come undone, moaning Lor’s name.