Ross, of course, didn't return to the game.
His focus had shifted entirely to Gwen, and by the time he was finished with her, she was left trembling, her composure shattered by the sheer intensity of their encounter.
He had filled her completely, leaving her drenched and thoroughly marked by his passion.
He flooded her pussy with his love juice until it spilled all over the place in a lewd chaotic mess.
When Gwen finally stepped out of his grip—an hour and fifteen minutes later—the second twenty-minute game had already concluded, stretched by interruptions and timeouts that always seemed to drag basketball matches on endlessly.
"You can go back to your partner now, Detective Gwen Monroe. I'll take care of the mess," Ross said with his usual nonchalance, as though their passionate tryst had been the most mundane thing in the world.
