"Oh… my… god…" Jane whispered, her voice barely audible as her entire body went limp, boneless against the mattress.
She felt like she was floating, her breath shallow and uneven.
The orgasm Ross gave her wasn't just powerful—it was transcendent.
She had never experienced anything like it. Every nerve in her body was still buzzing, her skin flushed, her thighs trembling.
She lay there in stunned silence, her chest rising and falling as she tried to process what had just happened.
Was that even real? It felt like she had just touched heaven, and Ross was the one who had guided her there with nothing but his mouth and unrelenting skill.
But it wasn't over.
Ross was still down there, his mouth gently teasing her most sensitive place as if savoring every last drop of her pleasure.
His tongue moved slowly now—no longer urgent, but sensual, coaxing, reminding her that he wasn't finished with her yet.
