Both of them were still panting, chests rising and falling in ragged sync, sweat slicking their skin. Stiles remained straddled in Derek’s lap, his thick cock buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, still half-hard and twitching against her sensitive walls. Every tiny shift of her hips made them both hiss—oversensitive, but nowhere near satisfied. His cum leaked slowly out around where they were joined, dripping down his balls and onto the couch.

Derek cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues tangled, sloppy and hungry, tasting each other’s spit and the remnants of their earlier orgasms. His free hand slid down to grip one fat ass cheek hard, squeezing the soft flesh until it spilled between his fingers. Then his middle finger traced the cleft, teasing the tight pucker of her asshole with feather-light circles.