Relationships of Flesh, Not Words (R-18)

"Let me clean it for you..." Laureen murmured, her voice sultry as Cassian, with weak thrusts, emptied himself inside her. As his member slipped from her folds, still slick and only slightly firm, she turned onto all fours and crawled toward him. Without hesitation, she took his softening length into her mouth, her eyes locked onto his breathless expression. Cassian groaned as she sucked—not just gently, but hungrily, the wet slurping sounds filling the air. He shuddered, feeling even the lingering essence inside him being drawn out with each pull of her lips.

As she finished cleaning him, nearly bringing him to full hardness again, she suddenly stopped, her mouth still full of his essence mixed with her own. With a playful glint in her eyes, she swallowed it all down, then flashed him a wide smile.

"Thanks for the meal," she teased before standing up to gather her clothes.