Lorena whimpered, quickly clenching her thighs together in a desperate attempt to trap the leaking mess inside her. She scrambled off the bed—limping noticeably, every step making her wince and her pussy clench harder, forcing more cum to ooze out despite her efforts. She glanced around frantically for clothes.
Her shirt? Ripped to shreds last night when I'd torn it off her in a frenzy. Her stockings? Shredded, dangling from the headboard like trophies. Bra and panties? Still stuffed under the pillow where I'd made her hide them after I'd stripped her naked and fucked her senseless.
All she had left was the short pencil skirt and the long trench coat she'd worn to the meeting yesterday—both miraculously intact.
She grabbed the skirt first, shimmying it up her trembling legs. The moment she bent over, another thick rope of my cum slipped out and splattered audibly on the carpet. Lorena gasped, horrified, and clamped her thighs shut again—hard.
