Anne's legs shook at the intensity of her orgasms and at some point, she began to lean her entire weight against Caius whose hips kept jerking as he kept spurting his man batter inside her.
Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end and when the last spurts dripped from Caius's rod, Anne let out a satisfied moan and then pulled away from him so she could turn around, dislodging his rod from her snatch before going down on her knees to take it into her mouth and suck it clean.
Caius moaned as she did, his purple eyes looking down at her as she stared up at him with her back eyes behind the lens of her glasses. She kept eye contact throughout her cleanup, enjoying the taste of the seeds she found she still wanted to have bred her.
She liked the taste. She also didn't mind that it was mixed with her taste as well from all the juices she had coated the rod with through her many orgasms.
