Samantha was panting hard — chest heaving, sweat-slick skin flushed crimson — as she heard my words. Her body trembled with the aftershocks, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted herself up, letting her swollen, cum-stuffed pussy slide free from my cock with a loud, wet plop.
The moment the cock popped out, a thick, hot flood of my cum gushed from her stretched hole — a creamy white torrent pouring out in obscene ropes, running down her inner thighs in sticky streams, dripping onto my groin, my balls, the sheets below. The sound was filthy: wet, sloppy, unmistakable — like a dam breaking after being overfilled.
Gabriela's eyes snapped to my throbbing cock the second it swung free — still rock-hard, glistening with a sheen of Samantha's slick and my own load, veins pulsing angrily, the head dark and swollen.
She licked her lips unconsciously, a hungry glint flashing in her gaze before she masked it with a soft, teasing moan.
