The room was still bathed in that soft, hazy white light, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Lara slid her pussy slowly back and forth across my face one last time, dragging her wetness over my lips and chin before she finally lifted herself off. Her thighs trembled a little from the aftershocks.

"Ahh… that felt good, Ezra…" she breathed, voice low and satisfied. She rocked her hips once more, just teasing, letting the last little pulses of her orgasm brush against my tongue. "Cumming on a man's face is a different type of feeling."

I exhaled hard, chest rising and falling fast. My face was slick—chin shiny, lips swollen from sucking her.

"Is that so? Huh!?" I said, smirking up at her.

She gave a lazy, wicked smile and rolled off me to the side. In one smooth move she went onto her hands and knees, back arched, ass pushed high and round toward me. The light blue garter straps framed her cheeks perfectly, stockings still hugging her thighs. She glanced back over her shoulder—hair falling across one eye, lips parted in that sultry, knowing smile.

"Come up… we have a long journey to carry on, you know…" she said, voice dripping with invitation. She flexed her ass once—cheeks jiggling just enough to make my dick jump.

"Ahh fuck!" I groaned, sitting up fast. My cock twitched hard, already rock-hard again from the sight of her bent over like that—big, round ass right in front of me, pussy still glistening and puffy from coming on my face.

I wiped my mouth and chin roughly with the edge of the sheet, then moved behind her on my knees. The mattress dipped under my weight. I ran both hands over her ass—palms spreading wide, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs dipping into the crease where thigh met cheek.

"Ahh baby… look at that ass," I muttered, giving one cheek a firm spank. The sound cracked through the quiet room. Her skin turned pink under my hand. I grabbed both cheeks and pulled them toward me, spreading her open just enough to see how wet she still was.

"Hehe…" Lara giggled, low and playful. She pushed back against me, grinding her ass slow and deliberate against my dick. The head rubbed along her slick folds, sliding up and down without going in yet.

I took myself in hand—fingers wrapping tight around the base—and slid the tip up and down her pussy lips, coating myself in her wetness.

"How much are you craving for it?" I asked, voice rough. "Tell me, Lara."

She glanced back again—hair half-covering one eye, lips curved in a teasing smile.

"A lot…" she said, giggling softly. "More than I crave for my husband's…"

"Ohh my… my…" I said, rubbing the head of my dick harder against her clit, watching her shiver. "I'm flattered."

She bit her lip and arched her back more, pushing her ass higher.

"Then stop talking, chit chatting and just shove that cock in me," she whispered, voice thick with need. "Will you?"

But I didn't listen to her and just glided my dick on her pussy up and down, teasing her more.

The bed creaked under us as Lara stayed on all fours, back arched, ass pushed high. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, sticking a little to her sweaty skin. The soft white lights made every curve glow—her round cheeks, the dip of her waist, the way her thighs trembled from wanting it so bad.

"Yeah, now you can stop teasing me and start fucking me already…" she said, exhaling hard through gritted teeth. Her voice came out desperate, almost angry with need. Her hips rocked back again, searching for me.

"Aayo… what's the rush?" I said, leaning forward so my chest brushed her back. I kept my dick in my hand, rubbing the head slow and lazy along her soaked folds—just enough to tickle her entrance without giving her what she wanted. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, kissing once, then nipping the skin lightly.

"Fucker!" she snapped, half-laughing, half-growling. "I will seriously kill you if you don't stick that dick in me… ahh…"

Her ass moved more—small, frustrated circles, trying to catch the tip. She was dripping—wetness sliding down her inner thighs, shining under the light.

I leaned closer, mouth right against her ear.

"You just came and you're still dripping down there… craving more," I whispered, letting my breath tickle her skin. "Some wild bitch you are."

"Arghh fuck you, Ezra!" she groaned, fingers twisting tight in the sheets. "You are making me lose myself…"

Her hips pushed back harder, ass pressing against my stomach. She was shaking—thighs quivering, breath coming in short, needy bursts.

I smirked against her ear.

"Then say it," I told her. "Say 'Fuck me like my husband never can.'"

She let out a frustrated whine, face dropping to the sheets for a second. Then she lifted her head just enough.

"Please…" she breathed, voice cracking a little. "Fuck me like my husband never can…"

She turned her face sideways on the pillow, cheeks flushed dark red.

"Now fuck me already!" she yelled, the words ripping out loud and raw.

"As you say, bitch," I said, voice low.

I lined up—tip pressing right at her entrance—and pushed in one smooth, deep thrust.

"Ahhhmm…" Lara gasped sharp and loud. She was so wet, so ready, that my cock slipped inside easily—all the way to the base in one go. Her walls clenched tight around me right away, hot and slick, pulling me deeper.

"Fuck… so tight…" I groaned, hands grabbing her hips hard. My fingers dug into her soft skin as I held her still for a second, letting her feel every inch buried inside.

"Yes… finally…" she panted. "Don't stop… move… please…" She moaned long and low, back arching even more.

I pulled back slow—almost all the way out—then slammed back in. Hard. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet room.