Her drenched core seized up in protest. It spasmed relentlessly, swallowing, milking, attempting to siphon even more of his essence, as if her very anatomy refused to let him slip away.
Cruxius froze. He couldn't force himself to retreat.
The agonizing warmth of her, the tight, velvet texture of her slick walls hugging his shrinking flesh like a tailored glove—it anchored him in place.
He remained fully sheathed, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as his hips gave one last, involuntary twitch.
The subtle flex of his muscle coaxed a final, lazy squirt from his drained sack. Her greedy body drank it up, savoring the intrusion. The overflow of thick cream and her own natural nectar created soft, bubbling squelches whenever she clenched around him, a shameless display of her body attempting to swallow him whole.
Another sweet, jagged moan tumbled from her lips.
"Mmh~ a-ahh… it's still… inside…"
