A thick, pearly rope of cum spilled from Julie's stretched rim, dripping down the curve of her ass and over her thighs in slow, obscene rivulets. The camera caught every detail—the way her hole stayed gaping, glistening and hungry, the way her muscles twitched as if still begging for more.
My fingers traced her rim, teasingly pushing the cum back inside, only to watch it spill out again, thicker this time, dripping beneath her.
Julie let out a breathy, needy whimper as another drop slid free, her voice trembling just loud enough to carry over the phone. "Fuck… it's still leaking…" Her words were a husky murmur, the kind that made it clear she wasn't just talking to me—she was talking to them, too.
The thought sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock already stirring again at the sound of her voice, at the way her ass clenched around nothing, as if trying to milk more out of the air itself.
