The pressure snapped. Quin’s body went rigid as the orgasm ripped through her and she buried her face into Ethan’s neck to muffle the scream that threatened to tear through her mouth. Her p***y spasmed around his finger, milking them in tight rhythmic pulses as pleasure took her in waves, drowning out any sound and leaving only white hot pleasure.
But Ethan didn’t let up. He continued to f**k her as the last of the spasms rocked her body until she had no strength left in her legs except for what was holding her up by his arm and his fingers lodged deep inside her cunt. Slowly, he extracted his fingers from her tight little cunt, bringing his hand dripping wet and out of her into her mouth.
Quin stood there for a second as she struggled to regain her balance as she felt her juices running
