Chapter 122. Snuggled

It must have been due to Denny's unrelenting desire to devour her or Trisha's helpless position that her mind-blowing rapture rigorously defeated her right into Denny's face.

"Ahh- ahmmm... holy... hmmmmm.." She mumbled softly. Not because she was cautious about being loud, but because she felt so weak from such a robust orgasm.

Trisha shook and jerked as she spasmed in Denny's hold. Her unrestrained and out-of-control movements did not stop him from lapping her juices as they spilled out of her. Her robe was rolled up to her tummy, still tightly ribboned.

Denny lay back down again and guided her to sit on his abdomen. Just like the way she straddled him earlier. Her robe rolled back down as if nothing had just happened. The only evidence was the glistening juices on Denny's face and her weakened strength. Denny tapped her hips lightly to move a bit on top of him, and as she lifted her butt to comply, Denny moved up to latch his cock on her still pulsating core.