Sophia slowly pulled back from Marcus, still cupping his face with both hands. Her expression was soft, almost loving — until it wasn't.
A mischievous, almost proud smile curved her cum-stained lips as she turned her head toward Alex.
"You're right…" she whispered sweetly, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I mean… look at that."
She stood up on shaky but determined legs, cum still dripping down her body in thick trails.
With deliberate, seductive steps, she walked toward Alex and gracefully dropped to her knees in front of him.
Her eyes were filled with open hunger and admiration as she reached out with both hands and wrapped them around his thick, throbbing cock. It was still rock-hard, heavy, and glistening with her juices. She could barely close her fingers around its girth.
"It's almost as thick as my wrist…" she marveled, stroking it slowly, reverently, as if worshipping it. "So heavy… so powerful…"
