Five minutes stretched into an eternity of wet sounds and heavy breathing.
Ross's hips began to shift subtly, his hand tightening just slightly in Bella's hair—not guiding, just anchoring.
His breathing grew rougher, deeper.
Then it happened.
The first thick rope of cum shot out with startling force—hot, heavy, and endless.
Pew
Pew
Pew
It came in powerful, rhythmic bursts, far more than she'd ever imagined possible.
Bella instinctively opened her mouth wider, trying to catch it, to swallow, to prove she could handle him in this way if not the other.
But it was too much. Far too much.
The volume was overwhelming—like trying to drink from a turned-on faucet.
It flooded her mouth instantly, thick and scalding hot, the strong, salty taste coating her tongue as she gulped frantically.
Cum spilled from the corners of her lips, dripped down her chin, streaked her cheeks.
