Derek looked down at Stiles, still kneeling between his legs, her beautiful face and massive tits absolutely painted in thick ropes of his cum. She was breathing hard, glaring up at him through the mess, but her fat pink pussy was visibly dripping onto the marble floor beneath her. His cock was still rock-hard, glistening with her spit, but something shifted in his dark eyes—still arrogant, still filthy, but the edge softened just a little. He wanted to savor this. He wanted to make the perfect little campus princess fall apart slowly under his hands.

“Come here, princess,” he murmured, voice low and commanding but gentle as he reached down. His strong arms slid under her thighs and around her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap so she straddled him on the couch. Her thick ass settled perfectly against his muscled thighs, her heavy tits pressing right against his bare chest. His big hands cupped her juicy ass cheeks, squeezing them softly, spreading them just enough to feel the heat of her bare pussy hovering over his throbbing cock.