MONICA
Tony collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, his c**k twitching and still wet from my mouth. His release left him drained, sweat shining across his skin. I crawled up beside him, licking my lips, my own body still burning with need.
“I’m not satisfied,” I whispered, my voice husky, raw with lust.
He turned his head toward me, still catching his breath. “Monica… I told you. I don’t want to—”
I cut him off with a sharp smile. “Then don’t. Just let me use you.”
Before he could argue, I swung my leg over him and lowered myself onto his face. His eyes widened in shock, his protest muffled instantly as my soaked p***y pressed down against his mouth.
“Ahhh—fuuuck…” I moaned out loud, grinding slow, steady circles on his lips. The heat of him, the feel of his breath hitting
