Delilah slowly lifted off me, thighs trembling. The second my cock slipped free a thick river of cum started to drip down her leg. She slapped her hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy tight, fingers already slick.
"Shit," she whispered, laughing under her breath. "You really filled me up."
I pushed myself up on my elbows, eyes flicking to the couch. Ivy was still out cold, one arm dangling off the edge, soft little snores mixing with the TV. Safe.
I stood, tucked myself away, and offered Delilah my hand. "Come on. Shower."
Her eyes went wide. "Are you insane?"
I stepped close, cupped one heavy, bare breast, and rolled her nipple between my fingers until she shivered. "Come on, Delilah," I murmured, voice low. "It'll be fun. I'll wash every inch of you… and you can keep all that cum plugged inside while the water runs down these perfect tits."
She bit her lip, glanced at the hallway, then at sleeping Ivy. Common sense and lust had a quick wrestling match behind her eyes.
