After filling up Myrcella with my cum, I slid my cock out of her pussy slowly, watching the thick white goo spill and thread between her thighs. It oozed from her fucked-out hole in lazy ropes, catching the light before sliding down the curve of her inner thigh. The sight of it—warm, slick, and sticky—left a small, stupid grin on my face.
I didn't stay there long. I climbed up to the top floor of the layered "cake" and set myself over Ayane, already wet with need. I pressed my cock against her entrance and eased in.
"Ahhnghh, ahhh…~!" she cried the instant I breached her.
Her pussy was a soaked, welcoming heat; my shaft sank in so easily that it felt like I'd been swallowed whole the second I pushed. Her insides seemed to clamp down and roll around me—squeezing, pulsing, following the length of my cock all the way to her cervix. Each push drove me deeper, and each pull made her warmth cling like glue.
