She dropped hard one final time, grinding viciously, clit mashed against him as she locked him in place, and he shattered—roaring her name as his orgasm ripped through him, cock pulsing violently, unleashing thick, scalding jets of cum straight into her core.
Rope after endless rope painted her walls, filling her to overflowing, the warmth triggering her own climax; her pussy clamped down in brutal spasms, milking him greedily, forcing excess seed to bubble out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that oozed down his length, over his balls, mingling with her slick in a filthy puddle.
She gasped at the flood, body shuddering, walls fluttering to hold it all even as it leaked free—hot, sticky trails marking her thighs, his skin, the seat in glistening evidence of their ruin.
They collapsed together, chests heaving, her body still impaled and trembling around him, both drenched in sweat and sin.
But he was still rigid—iron-hard, buried balls-deep in her cum-soaked heat.
