"Hahhhhh…"
"Hahhhhh…"
"Hahhhhhh…"
"So good…"
Althea slumped to the floor, her body trembling from the overwhelming release she had just experienced.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, her limbs weak and tingling.
For a few minutes, she allowed herself to rest, savoring the afterglow.
But then, slowly, her thoughts cleared, and she remembered the purpose of her visit.
Pushing herself up on shaky arms, she glanced over her shoulder.
There he was—Ross, standing tall and unbothered, chugging a bottle of wine as if the world around him didn't exist.
He exuded a presence that was almost godlike, his muscular physique gleaming under the room's dim light.
Every detail of his body seemed carved from perfection, but Althea's gaze inevitably drifted downward, where his cock remained proudly erect—thick, long, and pulsing with unspent energy.