186. Pacifier

Paige wanted to get up and smell the spot in question, to make sure she really wasn't suddenly leaking, but Lance didn't let her move even an inch.

She sighed and waited for him to fall asleep again or something, but his half-hard cock, still between her thighs, gained vigor again, and he wanted to start to move again.

'No way.' She slapped his head, getting a whimper from Lance. 

He moved a bit more down to bury his head in her neck, dejectedly.

His sticky cock was removed from her thighs, which were already numb.

Wanting to finally check the suspicious liquid on the bed, besides all the cum, she tried to raise again but was pushed down once more.

Lance started to suck on her neck, and when he wanted to go further down, he grunted, being irritated by the fabric hindering the skin-to-skin contact.

Paige was already exhausted, so she just pulled her shirt up and let him enter from the other side.