That hot semen squirted straight to her face when the man reached his climax. He tilted her chin and wiped that liquid off her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"
Devyn smirked at him and licked the excess on the corner of her lips. She stood up from the floor and unbuttoned her blouse. "Is that the only thing you wanted to say?"
Before Kiel could blink, she was already sitting on top of him. He grasped her shoulder gently. "President, I'm in a rut. Please–"
Devyn sealed his lips with her index finger. "I don't care." She leaned and pressed him for a kiss. She forces her tongue inside and explores inside his mouth.
Feeling her grinding hips on tip of him, Kiel couldn't help but get turned on. His body wasn't in his control right now. He was sweating and feeling so hot that if he didn't relieve himself he would feel very feverish.
His hands grabbed Devyn and asked for more. The saliva bridged between them was the only evidence that they kissed.
