Junior's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body still tingling from the intense pleasure Becca had just given him. She sat back on her heels, her hands resting on his thighs, her eyes locked on his as a mischievous smile played on her lips. Her breasts, still slick with a mix of sweat and the faintest traces of milk, glistened in the dim light of the hotel room.
"I told you," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I'm not done with you yet."
Junior's eyes widened as Becca shifted her weight, her hands sliding up his chest as she straddled him. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You've been so good to me," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Now it's my turn to make you feel good."
