Liam and the queen stayed locked in their 69 position for a moment longer, their bodies trembling on the cold sarcophagus, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and release.
Her lips lingered on his cock, his cum still warm and sticky on her face, dripping down her chin as she licked it slow, savoring the salty taste.
Her big breasts remained pressed against his stomach, heaving with every shaky breath, while Liam's face was soaked with her juices, her sweet, musky squirt coating his lips, his cheeks, dripping onto the stone below.
Fuck, that was… unreal, he thought, his hands still gripping her plump ass, his tongue giving one last lazy lick to her pussy, making her shiver. Their moans had faded, replaced by heavy, ragged breathing, the light from the torches flickering over their sweaty, tangled bodies.
