Johan didn't pull out.
Even after filling me with his thick load, his c**k remained buried deep inside my c*m-filled p***y, still hard and twitching. He held me tightly in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he stood up from the couch with surprising ease.
"Where are we going?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from moaning.
"Shhh, babygirl. Daddy's not done with you yet," he murmured, kissing my neck as he carried me across the living room, his c**k shifting deliciously inside me with every step.
He sat back down on the couch, this time facing the TV, keeping me straddling him in reverse cowgirl position. My back pressed against his sweaty chest, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly rolled his hips, stirring his c*m inside me.
Just then, my phone started ringing a
