As Mike finally withdrew from her, the sudden absence of his massive girth felt like a physical ache. The suction created by his thick cock leaving her drenched walls caused a violent, involuntary spasm in her pussy.
A thick, creamy torrent of his semen, mixed with her own overflowing juices, burst from her, cascading down her thighs and staining the sheets in a messy, primal display of their union.
SPLOOOOOSSHHH~!
Petricia lay there, her chest heaving, her blonde hair a tangled mess of sweat and lust. She felt heavy, filled to the brim, and utterly spent.
She could feel the warmth of him still pulsing deep inside her, a constant reminder of the man who had just conquered her.
Mike, seemingly unfazed by the torrential release, sat up on the edge of the bed. He reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, taking a long, slow drink.
