Then the orgasm hit me, my p***y spasming around his c**k, juices squirting out as I moaned his name. He didn’t stop, he kept f*****g me, slamming into my p***y deeper and harder. He was thrusting into me faster.
“Ahh…fuck.” His grunts turning to roars, slamming into me faster increasing his pace and then flooding my p***y with hot spurts of c*m, so much it leaked down my thighs.
We collapsed against the counter, panting, his body still pressed to mine, I could feel his c**k softening inside me.
Then he slipped his c**k out of me with a wet pop, a mix of our c*m trickling down my inner thighs as he straightened up behind me, adjusting his c**k back into his jeans. His hands lingered on my hips for a second, his thumbs brushing the red marks from his grip before he steps back.
My legs
