By the time Siroos was done with her, Cassandra was swimming in the orgasms that had washed over her in torrents. Unable to do anything else but feel his tongue and mouth milking her out and drinking away the last of her milky drops.
Her heated core seemed to have sizzled down to a very dull thump, leaving her delirious and wasted. Her body went limp as every ounce of energy escaped from her.
Siroos only stopped when Cassandra begged him to, not having any more capacity to feed him her essence.
He finally lifted his face, his thick lips glistening with her juices coating them. The needy eyes with the colour of shimmering honey stared up at her with so much greed.
His cock strained so painfully against the loincloth that he wished to wrench it away and rut inside her. Deep into those damp folds which had clenched against his tongue.
