"HAAAH—it's comiiinng!!!" Cindy's voice broke finally, her restraint shattering as her body surrendered to the crescendo of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, and then it happened—a rush of warmth, a gush of her release that coated my lips, my chin, my face. She didn't just cum; she squirted, her fluids coming to the intensity of her climax. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth open in a silent scream of bliss, and for a moment, she was lost to the world, consumed by the waves crashing through her.
I stayed still, letting her release wash over me, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Her fluids were warm, sweet, a gift I accepted without hesitation. When the torrent subsided, her hips collapsed back onto the sofa, her body trembling with aftershocks. Her pussy, still glistening, leaked a final trickle of her essence, pooling on the red leather beneath her, staining it with the evidence of her pleasure.
