Fumi was completely covered in sweat, her chest heaving as she panted hard. Her bound body finally went limp against the sheets—she had fainted from the overwhelming pleasure of cumming so hard.
Saki's voice came through the floating phone, the earlier jealousy replaced by a flicker of real concern.
"What happened to this bitch…? Is she okay?"
I looked at the phone and chuckled, still buried deep inside Fumi's thoroughly used hole for a moment longer before slowly pulling free.
"Don't worry, she's fine. She just fainted from pleasure… from cumming so hard. Look how much she squirted…"
The sheets beneath us were soaked in clear fluid mixed with thick white cream. I adjusted the floating phone with telekinesis so the camera had a perfect close-up of Fumi's gaping, whipped asshole. The pink rim stayed wide open, still twitching weakly as heavy ropes of my cum continued to ooze out and run down over her soft, swollen pussy lips.
