The bed groaned under the force of our bodies, sheets twisted and soaked beneath us. Lara’s legs were hooked high around my waist, heels digging into my lower back like she was afraid I’d pull away. Her garter straps had slipped slightly, one stocking rolled halfway down her thigh, the black lace clinging to her sweat-slick skin. My hands gripped the backs of her thighs hard—fingers sinking into soft flesh—holding her open as I slammed in deep, over and over.

"Argh yeahh baby... ahh..." I groaned, voice raw. My dick throbbed inside her, thickening right on the edge, every thrust making my balls slap wet against her ass.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... aaaa!" Lara’s voice cracked into sharp, desperate cries. Her head tilted back, throat exposed, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built too high to hold. Her pussy clenched suddenly—tight, fluttering spasms that gripped me like a fist.

"Ohh shit! Cumming!!" she gasped, face snapping up toward the ceiling. Her whole body locked—back arching off the mattress, tits bouncing with the force of it. A hot gush of wetness flooded around my cock, soaking my thighs, dripping down to the sheets as her orgasm tore through her.

"Arghh fuck! Me too!" I growled, hips stuttering. One last brutal thrust and I buried myself as deep as I could go—balls pressed tight against her. My dick pulsed hard, then erupted—thick ropes of cum shooting inside her, filling her up while my body jerked against hers.

"Aaahmm... fuck I’m dead," she whispered, eyes rolling back with a wicked, exhausted smile. Her body kept shivering—little jerks and twitches—legs trembling around my waist as aftershocks rolled through her.

"Ahhh baby..." I groaned, slowing my hips to gentle rocks, gliding in and out through the wet heat while the last pulses left me. I collapsed forward, chest pressing to her breasts, forehead resting against hers. Our breathing came in ragged bursts, hearts hammering against each other.

"Ahh... come here you fucker," she laughed softly, voice wrecked and happy. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down. She kissed me—slow, deep, messy—tongue sliding against mine like she still couldn’t get enough.

"Ahh Lara..." I moaned her name into her mouth, kissing her back just as hard. My hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits before settling on her ribs, holding her close.

We stayed locked like that—missionary, bodies pressed together from chest to groin, my dick still buried deep inside her warmth. Neither of us moved to pull apart. Just slow, lazy kisses—lips brushing, tongues touching, little sighs between each one.

"That was the best, you know," she whispered against my mouth, eyes half-lidded and glowing as she gazed up at me. She rolled her hips once—small, teasing circle—reminding me she could still feel every inch of me inside her.

"Truly baby..." I murmured back, voice low and rough from everything we’d done.

She smiled—soft, tired, satisfied—and pulled me down into a tight hug. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, legs still loosely around my waist, keeping me right where I was.

I hugged her back just as tight, face tucked into the side of her neck, breathing in the warm, salty scent of her skin.

For long minutes we just lay there—bodies tangled, breathing slowing together, hearts finally matching the same lazy rhythm.

The room felt warmer now, heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. The soft white lights still glowed low, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. Lara lay on her back, chest rising and falling slowly, skin shiny and flushed. Her garter straps were twisted, one stocking had rolled halfway down her thigh, but she looked completely relaxed—happy even—with a lazy, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"So what now?" she asked, voice soft and curious. She turned her head to look at me, dark eyes searching my face. "Want to relax a bit?"

I pushed myself up on one elbow, letting my gaze drift down her body—curves still glowing with sweat, breasts rising with each breath—then back up to her face.

"Yeah, we can relax as much as we want," I said, voice low, "but before that..."

I swung my leg over her and stood on my knees beside her head. My dick—still hard, still slick from being inside her—hung heavy right in front of her face.

"Clean my dick, bitch," I said, looking straight down at her. My tone came out firm, commanding.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate. Just curved her lips into that slow, wicked smile.

"Ahh... so manly..." she murmured, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Then she opened her mouth wide and took me in—all the way in one smooth slide. Warm, wet heat closed around me again. My dick twitched hard inside her mouth, still sensitive from coming twice already.

"Yeahh... just like that..." I groaned, voice rough. I reached down and brushed my fingers through her messy hair, gathering it gently at the back of her head.

She hummed around my cock—low, pleased—then pulled back slow until just the head rested on her tongue. She looked up the whole time, eyes locked on mine, dark and teasing. Her tongue came out—flat and pink—and dragged along the underside from base to tip in one long, wet lick. Then back down again, slow and deliberate, tasting everything we’d left behind.

"Ahh baby..." I said, fingers tightening in her hair just a little. "I love a woman who pleases her man properly."

She giggled softly around me—vibrations buzzing straight through my shaft—then pulled off with a wet pop. A thin string of spit connected her lips to the tip for a second before it broke.

"Now suck my balls as well," I said, voice dropping lower. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"As you say, darling," she whispered, smile turning playful.

Her hand wrapped around the base of my dick—stroking slow and steady—while she dipped lower. She took one ball into her mouth gently, tongue swirling around it, sucking softly. Then the other. She rolled them carefully, humming again like she enjoyed the taste, the weight. All the while her hand kept moving—long, firm strokes that kept me hard and throbbing.

I groaned low in my throat, head tipping back for a second before I looked down at her again.

"Fuck... you’re good at this," I muttered, brushing my thumb across her cheek while she worked.

She pulled off my balls with a soft, wet sound and licked a slow stripe up the full length of my shaft again—base to tip—before taking me back into her mouth. Not deep this time—just the head, tongue flicking fast over the slit, tasting the last drops still leaking out.