Reeling, I admire you. You’re a delicious mess, hunger embodied. The cooling rivulet of cum sliding down your neck behind the makeshift collar, and snaking between your aching tits. 

My gaze pursues it, down to your matted tuft, barely obscuring your slit. It’s swollen, throbbing, drooling onto the floor… begging me, silently.  

Your tongue traces wet lips, savoring what’s left of me. Open mouth salivating. Unsated.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry.”

“For what, my love?”

“For you, for more… but harder.”

My cock sears your throat, while your fingers slip, giving, as I take.

“For more… for you… now cum… for me.”