“I’m coming…” Karli announces, seemingly shocked by the announcement as she holds onto my hair for dear life. Her orgasm floods my face, sticky and sweet and perfect. I lap that stuff up like it’s got miracle properties. Fuck, it probably does. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. When I’ve had my fill, I stumble back, heart hammering as I drag my forearm across my drenched mouth and chin. So damn satisfying. Karli lies on the counter, chest heaving and legs pressed together as she recovers. She’s a gorgeous sight to see all vulnerable and flushed from head to toe.
