Marina's lips finally released my cock with a wet POP, her saliva glistening on the cock, her breath ragged as she panted slightly. Her eyes were dark with lust, her black pencil dress ridden up around her hips, her black lace panties clinging to her pussy, the fabric soaked with her arousal.
She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch a drip of saliva from the corner of her mouth, her voice a low, husky purr.
"Mmm… perfect…" she murmured, her fingers still tight around my cock, stroking me slowly, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head. "But Brittany won't believe it unless she sees it for herself…" Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "She'll just say I photoshopped it… or that it's a fake…"
She shifted on the bed, her ass pressing into the mattress, her dress riding up even further, exposing her black lace panties completely.
