I couldn’t feel my legs.
He was still buried inside me, c**k pulsing deep in my soaked p***y, and I was leaning against the wall, gasping like I’d just survived a war.
But I hadn’t.
He wasn’t done.
“Stay just like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous, his breath brushing the back of my neck.
“I want to see how much more you can take.”
I whimpered part fear, part hunger.
I was already a mess inside and out. c*m dripping down my thighs, rain plastering my hair to my skin. My dress bunched up around my waist, exposing everything.
And still, my body wanted more.
He pulled out slowly thick, wet, obscene and I moaned at the loss.
Then I felt it.
His fingers.
Sliding back down between my legs, smearing the c*m that leaked from me. He rubbed it in, circling my c**t lazily while I tr
