Jason resurfaced from between Ylva's trembling thighs, his face slick and shiny with her gushing squirt. Thick strands of her pussy juices clung to his cheeks and dripped from his chin, mixing with his saliva as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned wickedly, eyes locked on her flushed body, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.
Ylva whimpered, her hands flying up to cover her burning face. Shyness flooded her—her obsession with him making her crave more even as embarrassment twisted her gut. "J-Jason... oh fuck, I made such a mess... don't look at me like that," she mumbled through her fingers, legs twitching together instinctively.
