I looked down at her—ass still raised, cunt glistening, thighs trembling—and reached for my belt instead.

The soft sound of my zipper sliding down was loud in the quiet house.

My cock was already aching from the taste of her.

Thick, hard, the head slick with precum by the time I shoved my jeans and boxers down far enough to free it.

I stroked once, slowly, smearing the wetness along the shaft while I looked at her.

Stephanie was still panting under the table, ass raised, cunt shiny and slightly open from my fingers and tongue. The pink of her was flushed darker now, lips puffy. A thin strand of...