My romp with Salim Ahmad 2

As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense both of their eyes on me. Salim noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of cumming. My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only sex provides. My hair was now soaked to my temples and forehead. Salim looked wickedly at me, with no words telling me he was not even close to being finished.

I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I’d never seen on his face meant that he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Salim come inside my stretched and swollen vagina was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man, was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.