The room felt hotter now, the soft white lights casting long shadows across the bed. Lara's mouth was still wrapped tight around me when the wave hit—hard and sudden.

"Arghh fuck!" I gasped, hips jerking up one last time. My orgasm crashed over me like a punch. I grabbed her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her hair, holding her down deep so my dick stayed buried in her throat. Pulse after pulse, hot white cum shot out, filling her mouth completely.

"Ahh yeahh…" I moaned slow and low. My whole body shuddered—legs shaking, stomach tight, breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the last of it poured into her.

"Umph… aph…" Lara made small, muffled sounds around me, throat working to take it all. Her hands gripped my thighs hard, nails digging in just a little.

I loosened my hold slowly, letting her pull back. She did—inch by inch—until my dick slipped free with a wet pop. A thick string of cum and spit connected her swollen lips to the tip for a second before it snapped.

Lara opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, showing me the white mess pooled there—thick, creamy, dripping slowly toward the back of her throat.

I cupped her cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing the corners of her mouth.

"Swallow it like a good bitch now," I said, voice rough and low.

*Gulp.*

Her throat bobbed once—visible, slow—then again as she swallowed everything down. She licked her lips after, slow and deliberate, catching the last drops.

"Such a strong, manly taste… ahh…" she said, smirking up at me. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark pink. She looked wrecked in the best way—hair messy, lipstick smeared, chin shiny.

"Ahh, so hot, baby…" I muttered. I leaned down, grabbed her face gently, and kissed her deep. I could taste myself on her tongue—salty, bitter, mixed with her own heat. She moaned into my mouth, kissing back hard, hands sliding up my chest.

She giggled against my lips—breathless, playful—then swung one leg over me, straddling my waist again. My hands found her ass right away, squeezing the soft, round cheeks, fingers slipping under the thin straps of her garter.

"LIE DOWN, FUCKER!" she said suddenly, pushing my shoulders back until I fell flat on the mattress.

I laughed once—short, surprised—then let her take control.

"Now it's your turn…" she said, voice dropping into that sultry, low tone that sent a fresh spark straight down my spine. She crawled up my body slow, knees sinking into the bed on either side of my head. Her thighs framed my face—warm, smooth, smelling faintly of her arousal and the light perfume she'd worn earlier.

She hovered just above me, the soaked lace of her panties inches from my mouth. She swayed her hips once—slow, teasing—letting me feel the heat radiating off her.

"Sure thing, baby…" I said, voice thick.

The bed dipped under Lara's knees as she hovered above me, thighs framing my face like warm pillars. From down here, the view was pure heat—her light blue garter straps stretched tight across the tops of her stockings, the thin lace of her panties already dark and clinging where she was soaked. She swayed her hips slow, rolling her ass in lazy circles right in front of my eyes, teasing me with every movement.

"Such good moves you got…" I said, voice low and rough. My hands slid up the backs of her thighs, fingers digging lightly into the soft skin just under the garter straps.

She let out a small, pleased hum. Her fingers moved to the little metal clips on her garter—one *clip*, then the other. The straps loosened with soft snaps. Next came the panties. She hooked her thumbs under the thin waistband, eyes locked on mine the whole time—dark, commanding, daring me to look away.

Slowly—agonizingly slow—she peeled the lace down. The wet fabric dragged against her skin before sliding free. She lifted one knee, then the other, slipping the panties completely off. With a flick of her wrist she tossed them aside; they landed somewhere near the foot of the bed in a crumpled blue heap.

Her pussy was right there now—glistening, swollen, pink and slick with how turned on she was. No more hiding.

"So fucking hot…" I breathed, staring straight up at her. My mouth watered just looking at it.

Lara raised one eyebrow, dominant and smug. "Do you love it?"

She brought two fingers down, sliding them along her labia—slow, deliberate strokes that spread her wetness even more. Her clit peeked out, hard and needy.

"Yeah, baby," I said, eyes glued to every movement. "It looks so delicious as fuck."

She spread herself open with those two fingers, showing me everything—pink inner folds, the tight little entrance already pulsing. "See? I'm getting all wet…"

"Yeah… I can see that…" I exhaled hard, chest rising and falling fast. My brain was starting to go blank, every thought narrowing down to just her—her smell, her heat, the way she tasted the air between us.

Lara dipped her fingers lower, rubbed slow circles over her hole, then brought them back up to her mouth. She spat once—wet, messy—onto her fingertips, then dragged them right back down, smearing the spit over her clit and folds until everything shone even more.

"Take it like a good boy, Ezra…" she said, voice thick and commanding. She lowered herself inch by inch, thighs trembling just a little from holding the position.

"Yeahh… give me…" I answered, closing my eyes the second her heat touched my lips.

She settled fully—hot, wet pussy pressing right against my mouth. I opened for her instantly. Tongue flat, I licked one long, slow stripe from bottom to top—tasting her fully, salt and sweet and pure want. She moaned loud above me, hips jerking forward on instinct.

"Fuck… yes…" she gasped, fingers sliding into my hair, gripping tight. "Just like that… eat me…"

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her down harder so she was grinding against my face. Tongue circling her clit in tight little loops, then dipping inside her, fucking her with it while my nose bumped her sensitive nub. She rocked faster—small, desperate rolls of her hips—smearing her wetness across my lips, my chin, my cheeks.