Laura's fingers dug into the sheets, her body arching helplessly, preparing for the inevitable release—
And then suddenly, Ross stopped.
The abrupt absence of his mouth sent a shock through her entire body.
She gasped, stunned, her hips jerking forward instinctively as if to chase his tongue back into place.
"W-what…?!" she moaned, blinking in confusion, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves.
Her soaked panties clung to her folds, her pussy aching, twitching with need.
She was on the very brink, yet denied, left hovering in a torturous limbo.
Laura's face burned with shame and frustration.
"R-Ross… why… why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling between relief and desperate hunger.
The cruel tease of denial made her body throb all the more, and she realized in horror—her body wanted him to continue, wanted to be pushed over
"…" Ross didn't answer.
