Elion's chest heaved as he looked down at the mess he'd painted across her back, the thick, sticky semen gleaming wetly against her pale skin.
His cock, still raging-hard and twitching, rested in the cleft of her ass, the head nudging lazily against the small of her back as if reluctant to leave the warmth it had claimed.
He could feel the faint tremor running through her thighs, the way her fingers kept twisting the sheets in tight little fists, and the sight of her like this, marked, trembling, sent a fresh pulse of heat straight through him.
"What a beautiful sight…" He dragged two fingers through the cum pooled in the dip of her spine. He spread it slowly, deliberately smearing it across the curve of her lower back and watching the way it clung to her skin.
Celeste made a small, shaky sound that sounded like a half gasp, half whimper, and her hips moved again, pressing back against him like she couldn't help herself.
