Samantha shook her head frantically, sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead and neck, tears and saliva glistening on her flushed cheeks. Her wide eyes locked onto Gabriela in silent, desperate pleading — a wordless scream of no more, please, I can't take it.
Gabriela caught the look and nodded slowly, lips curling into that same wicked, knowing smirk.
She leaned in until her mouth was pressed right against Samantha's ear, breath hot and intimate, voice dropping to the barest whisper so only Samantha could hear.
"Husband hasn't calmed down yet… he's still so hard inside you… throbbing… do you have any tricks to drain him… quickly? Use them… make him cum fast… empty him completely… before he decides he wants your poor little asshole next…"
Samantha's whole body shuddered violently at the words. My cock — still buried to the hilt in her overflowing pussy — gave a heavy, insistent throb in response, pushing another thick glob of cum deeper into her womb.
