Sylvia leaned forward, her body draping over Don's chest with a slow, firm press—her breasts flattening against him, nipples stiffening as they dragged through the sheen of sweat between them.
The heat of her skin seared into his, her breath ragged against his collarbone—pant~—as her hips kept rolling, grinding her soaked folds in slow circles against the rigid muscles of his abdomen.
Wetness smeared in thick streaks, her arousal dripping down his sides in sticky rivulets.
Her lips dragged along the sweat-slick column of Don's throat—mwah~—her teeth grazing his pulse point before her tongue lapped at the salt clinging to his skin. "You've made me so wet…" Sylvia murmured, the words vibrating against his collarbone as her hips rolled harder.
Each movement smeared her arousal wider, the heat between them turning sticky, her thighs trembling where they pressed against his sides.
