I stayed buried inside her, my c**k still half-hard and twitching with aftershocks, feeling her p***y flutter around me every few seconds like it didn’t want to let go. My c*m was already leaking out, running in thick trails down her thighs and dripping onto the kitchen floor. The sight of it, of her bent over the island with my handprint blooming red on her ass, made me throb all over again.
Fuck, she was perfect.
I pulled out slowly, groaning at the wet sound it made, and watched more of my load spill from her swollen pink folds. She whimpered at the emptiness, pushing back like she was chasing me.
"Easy, baby,” I murmured, running my palms over her ass and thighs, soothing the sting from my grip. “We’ve got hours. I’m nowhere near done with you baby."
She turned her head to look at
