Stan's kiss lingered, slow sweet taste of her, she was insanely sweet before Amelia eased back just enough to look at him. His cock rested against his stomach, still thick and half-hard, glistening from her mouth. She traced a fingertip along the softening length, watching it twitch under her touch, then leaned down to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head before anything else.
"Still with me?" she asked softly.
"Always," he answered, voice rough. His hand slid down her back, warm and steady, fingers spreading across her skin.
