Jasmine held me there a beat longer, tongue laving broad and thorough over the underside, cleaning every vein, every ridge, until I softened enough to slip free with a wet pop. She sat up slow, lips glossy and swollen, a thin string of cum bridging from her mouth to my tip before she licked it away. Her grin was pure sin, eyes sparkling as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "Mmm... wasted nothing. Tastes even better straight from the source. You okay up there, Evan? Or did my feet and throat break you?"
I slumped against the seat, chest heaving, the car coasting steady on autopilot while my brain caught up. The road hummed under the tires, rain pattering harder now, but inside? Pure, wrecked bliss. "Fuck... you two are gonna kill me. But what a way to go."
