Vessa slowly raised herself off my cock. Even as she lifted, her pussy clung to me stubbornly, the tight pink rim stretching around my shaft before finally releasing me with a wet sound. The moment I slipped free, my cock slapped up against my stomach, still rigid and throbbing, a thick bead of precum already gathering at the tip and starting to drip. Damn. This woman was dangerous.
I reached for my boxers and pulled them on, though the fabric did almost nothing to hide how hard I still was. Emma stayed completely naked. Vessa slipped her panties back on, the simple fabric doing little to hide the flush still on her skin.
"You actually held yourself back better than I expected," Vessa said with a small smile as she stood on the bed.
"Yeah… trust me. I know."
I pushed myself up and got off the bed, then offered a hand to Vessa. She took it and stepped down carefully. Emma walked straight to the camera, hit pause, and then moved to the computer, clicking through a few settings.
