Samantha moaned—ah~—as Don pressed deeper, her sticky inner folds fluttering around the thick intrusion.
A fresh pearl of sweat rolled down her temple—drip~—as her thighs trembled, toes curling into the rumpled sheets.
"I don't think I can keep up with that, sweetie," she gasped, voice trembling between breathy moans—huff~—"Are you trying to get me pregnant?"
Don's fingers tightened on her thighs—squeeze~—his blunt nails pressing half-moons into her flushed skin as he leaned down, breath hot against her sweat-slick collarbone.
"I wouldn't mind at all," he growled, voice thick, hips rolling forward—ngh~—his cockhead catching on her wet entrance, smearing more sticky pre-cum in a glistening trail.
Samantha's breath hitched—ah~—eyes widening as Don's words punched through the humid air between them.
Her lips, still tacky with his spend, parted—huff~—but only a weak, shuddering exhale escaped.
