A moment later Tessa walked over, completely naked, a plastic water bottle in one hand. She took a long drink, then looked down at the two of us. Fresh cum was still slowly seeping from her own pussy and running down the insides of her thighs. Without a word she stepped over me, planted her feet on either side of my hips, and sank down onto my half-hard cock in one smooth motion.
Even exhausted, the sudden wet heat made me groan.
Tessa started riding me in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, not waiting for me to recover. She braced her hands on my chest and looked down at me with a small, mean smile.
"Look at you," she muttered, voice low and amused. "Can't even move and you're still hard enough to use. Poor little fucktoy. Penelope already drained you and now I'm going to finish whatever's left."
