Ten minutes later, Lily was right back on the edge.
Her body trembled above Ross as the pleasure surged again, too powerful to resist.
Her lips were wrapped around the thick head of his cock, her tongue swirling eagerly, when the climax suddenly slammed into her like a wave.
"D! I’m coming again—don’t stop!" she moaned, the words muffled but filled with desperation and bliss.
Her thighs quivered, her body clenching uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her.
She whimpered around his cock before pulling away with a gasp, just in time to cry out as her hips jerked, releasing everything all over again.
Ross didn’t hold back either. With a low, satisfied groan, he finally let himself go.
Pew.
Pew.
Pew.
Thick, powerful streams of cum shot from him, covering Lily’s beautiful face.
It coated her cheeks, her lips, even caught in her hair.
It dripped down her chin and onto her chest in hot, heavy ribbons.
Lily blinked in surprise, breathless.
She’d never seen so much before—it was staggering.
But her shock quickly turned into a wicked grin, even as warm trails continued to slide down her skin.
Ross reached for her, pulling her into his arms again.
Without hesitation, he kissed her deeply—tongue tasting her lips, not caring in the slightest about the mess.
It was raw, passionate, and full of heat.
The kiss left Lily dizzy, and before she could even catch her breath, Ross shifted beneath her.
His strong hands grasped her hips and lifted her effortlessly.
She felt the head of his cock press against her soaked entrance once more.
She gasped, eyes wide. "You’re still hard?!"
Without answering, Ross guided her down.
"Ahhhhh..." Lily cried out, her head rolling back as his cock slid into her once more.
She couldn’t believe it.
After everything, he was still thick, still pulsing, still harder than anything she’d ever imagined.
If anything, he felt even bigger now—hot and solid, like a steel rod wrapped in velvet.
Her walls stretched around him again, her pussy still sensitive from the previous orgasms.
But there was no hesitation in her now. Her body welcomed him, greedy and aching for more.
Lily started to move, slowly at first, riding him gently as her hands pressed against his chest.
Ross met her pace with ease, his hands exploring her waist, her breasts, her back.
The connection between them was electric—raw and consuming.
Each motion sent sparks through her body. The wet sounds of their bodies echoed in the room, mixed with her soft moans and Ross’s quiet, rumbling breaths.
"Just like that," he murmured, guiding her with his hands. "You’re beautiful."
Lily bit her lip and moved faster, grinding against him as her pleasure started to rise again.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind was a blur of sensation and emotion.
She had never felt this alive.
And she didn’t want it to stop.
"Ohhhhh..." Lily moaned sweetly, her voice delicate yet dripping with raw pleasure.
The sound echoed through the room like a sultry lullaby, wrapping the air in tension.
Her moans were so seductive, so intoxicating, that the other men nearby couldn’t help but react—several of them shifting, growing hard just from the sound of her surrender.
But Lily didn’t care.
She was lost—completely and blissfully—in Ross’s arms, her entire being wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock.
Nothing else mattered. Not the others. Not the room.
Just the man beneath her, and the indescribable pleasure he was giving her with every deep, powerful thrust.
She rode him with growing urgency, her hips lifting and falling in a rhythm that felt natural and wild all at once.
Her soaked folds clung to him each time she rose, only to welcome him back in with a slick, hungry sound as she slammed down again.
Her skin glowed with sweat, her body trembling with effort, but she loved every second of it.
She was proud—this time, she was the one moving, the one giving effort, taking charge.
She wasn’t just being taken—she was riding him, owning every second of her pleasure.
"D! I’m going crazy! I’m coming—I’m coming—I’m coming!" Lily screamed, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.
Her whole body locked up, back arched, head thrown back as her pussy clenched down hard on Ross’s cock, squeezing him tightly with each wave of her climax.
Her toes curled, her breath caught, and for a few glorious moments, she couldn’t even speak—just gasp and tremble as bliss overtook her.
Ross felt her peak and met her in perfect rhythm, thrusting his hips upward to push himself even deeper inside her.
Each upward motion sent shockwaves through Lily’s already spasming body, prolonging her orgasm until she was left quaking in his arms.
She collapsed onto his chest, her body limp, slick with sweat, her breath ragged and fast.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her lips brushing his skin as she whispered breathlessly, "I can’t believe... how good... that felt."
Ross wrapped his arms around her gently, stroking her back as she recovered.
But even then, she could feel it—he was still hard inside her.
Still thick, still full, still wanting more.
And despite how exhausted she felt, the thought of that made her walls flutter with excitement.
"This is not real." she mumbled, lifting her head and looking into his eyes, dazed but amazed.
Ross smirked, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. "The night’s not over yet, Lily."
Her breath hitched again, and she shivered—whether from anticipation or aftershocks, she wasn’t even sure.
But one thing she did know: she didn’t want to stop.
Not now. Not yet.
Ross wasn’t done—not even close.
With a firm yet gentle grip, he shifted Lily’s body and guided her onto all fours.
She moved with him willingly, her breath still ragged, her limbs weak but eager.
Her heart raced in anticipation as she felt him move behind her, his presence dominant and commanding.