I stepped back, my cock still semi-hard and glistening with our combined juices, as I watched Olivia dress herself. She slid on her panties, the flimsy, lace fabric stretching to hold my cum inside her well-fucked pussy.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine, a sultry, provocative smile playing on her lips. She turned and bent over slightly, giving me a clear view of her ass, her panties stretching taut across her cheeks. The sight of her like that, so exposed and willing, sent a fresh surge of lust through me.
She looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust and mischief as she ran a finger along her inner thigh, gathering the remnants of my cum. She brought her finger to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick it clean, her eyes locked onto mine as she savored the taste of me. Her moans filled the air, a symphony of desire that made my cock throb with need.
