Chapter 34: Sara’s Dominance ll (R-18)
"Arghhh... hufff... so good..." Sara said, her voice rough and satisfied as she finally loosened her thighs from around my face, letting them fall open around the bed.
Her grip on my hair opened, her fingers slipping out slow, leaving my scalp tingling where she'd pulled. She leaned back on her elbows, the creaky mattress shifting under her, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her bralet barely clinging to her sweat-slick skin.
"Hufff... hufff..." I panted, pulling back to gulp air, my knees aching from the gritty floor. My face burned red—hot from her thighs, her release still wet on my chin, dripping slow as I wiped it with the back of my hand.
I glanced up, catching her staring down at me, her pussy glistening pink and wet in the dim light, a seductive grin curling her lips. She looked smug as hell, her dark hair messy, her jacket half-off, framing her like some twisted queen.
"Good job, baby," she said, her voice low and teasing, her grin widening. "Now stand up, please." Her tone was light—like she knew she had me and wasn't letting go.
I gulped hard, my throat tight, my pulse still hammering as I pushed myself up. My legs wobbled a bit, stiff from kneeling, and I stood there, towering over her now, wondering what else she'd demand.
"Strip," she said, her smile turning sharp, playful, as she crossed her legs slow, her black stockings still hugging her thighs.
"Get naked." She leaned back further, propping herself on one hand, her eyes locked on me, waiting, daring me to talk.
I sighed internal—like I had a choice—and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one quick pull. My hands moved to my belt next, the buckle clinking loud in the quiet as I unfastened it, shoving my pants down past my hips. They pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them off with a flick of my foot. Then my fingers hooking the edge of my underwear—black, snug, I pulled them down slow, letting them drop to the floor.