Brock pulled his fist out with a pop as I squirted, then pushed it right back in, fisting me just as rough as before. In no time, another convulsion hit me and I squirted another stream out. There was no controlling it. Again, he removed his fist and put it back in, determined to get another from me.
It felt weird squirting all over the floor, hearing it splash. But I didn’t have a choice. He had figured out the exact right place to rub inside me to get me to squirt. He fisted my raw p***y hard again and I pushed out more fluid. The guy f*****g my mouth pulled my head back by the hair to let me scream.
“I never gave you permission to cum.” Isaac came around to where I could look up at him with heavy eyes. “And you’ve made a huge mess.”
Brock stepped away, his fist leaving my p***y open
