For the first time, she truly saw it—the cock that had made her a woman.
It glistened with her juices, thick and proud, a symbol of the pleasure she had just experienced.
Her lips parted slightly, her mind torn between awe and disbelief.
It looked impossibly large, every ridge and vein highlighted by the slickness of her release.
Hazel's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stared, unable to tear her eyes away.
The reality of what had happened between them settled over her like a heavy blanket, and yet a strange thrill coursed through her veins.
Ross smirked, his hand stroking himself lazily as he watched her reaction.
"See that? That's all you, Hazel. That's how much you wanted me. How much your body needed me."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and Hazel found herself unable to respond, her throat dry and her thoughts jumbled.
