Sophia's POV

The air in the basement was heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and my own desperate arousal. Victor stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still pulsing as the last drops of his release filled my core. I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking slowly around his thickness, trickling down my inner thighs in sinful trails. My body trembled against the cold metal of the washing machine, every nerve in me still singing from the force of my climax.

He finally withdrew, the wet sound of his cock sliding free making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. Thick strands of his seed followed, dripping...