"That's a good girl. Keep feeding from me, baby," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You've sampled me and now you mine."
When his c*m eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping its paralyzed prey.
Christy appeared dazed when she had finished drinking his poison. Luca gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her p***y only a short while ago and effortlessly repeated it a second time in her mouth, and she had swallowed all of him.
Christy stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred forming
