Gabriela was a trembling, sweat-drenched wreck sprawled on the balcony floor — legs still splayed obscenely wide, chest heaving, skin glistening under the city lights. Her tits rose and fell with every ragged breath, nipples swollen and dark from all the slapping.
Between her thighs, her pussy lips were puffy and slick, but it was her asshole that stole the show: gaping wide open, a dark, ruined ring still pulsing weakly, slowly pushing out thick, pearly ropes of my cum.
Each little contraction made more of it drool out — slow, viscous globs that slid down her crack, pooled on the concrete beneath her ass, then dripped toward the railing like she was still leaking for the city to see.
I stayed kneeling between her legs for a long moment, just watching. My cock — still half-hard, slick with her juices and my own load — twitched at the sight.
I reached down and gave her ass one final, possessive smack — lighter this time, but right on the swollen, red handprints I'd already left.
