The room was still bathed in that soft, hazy white light, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Lara slid her pussy slowly back and forth across my face one last time, dragging her wetness over my lips and chin before she finally lifted herself off. Her thighs trembled a little from the aftershocks.
"Ahh… that felt good, Ezra…" she breathed, voice low and satisfied. She rocked her hips once more, just teasing, letting the last little pulses of her orgasm brush against my tongue. "Cumming on a man's face is a different type of feeling."
I exhaled hard, chest rising and falling fast. My face was slick—chin shiny, lips swollen from sucking her.
"Is that so? Huh!?" I said, smirking up at her.
