Kneeling in thighhighs after that pounding

He pounded me so deep and relentless earlier that my legs are still trembling, barely able to hold me up, but I crave more of him right now. Kneeling on the soft bed in my lacy white thighhighs, my heavy breasts glistening with our sweat, I lean in hungrily, my lips wrapping tight around his thick dark shaft. His hand grips my hair, guiding me as I suck greedily, tongue swirling over his swollen tip and heavy balls, moaning softly with every needy bob of my head. The way his cock throbs against my tongue makes me drip even harder, my body owned by this ache he ignited. I look up at him with watery eyes, owned and desperate, taking him deeper until he fills my mouth completely, my large tits heaving with each breath as I work him toward that explosive release I need to taste.