Sol wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up over her.
He wanted to give her a deep and messy kiss, sharing the taste of her own juices still coating his tongue…but the memory of having just emptied himself down her throat stopped him cold.
Instead he turned his full attention to the rest of her body, eyes traveling slowly over what was already exposed.
She was already bare from the waist down. Her trousers had been discarded somewhere in the moss, leaving her soft thighs slightly parted and still glistening with the mess he had made of her.
The swollen lips of her pussy remained flushed and open, a quiet reminder of how thoroughly she had been used.
But above that her upper clothes remained, stubbornly in place, hiding the sweet, soft, enticing shape of her breasts from him.
The fabric clung to her in damp patches, outlining the curves without revealing them, and the sight only made it even more enticing and sexy.
