Bella
The first wave of my orgasm had barely crested when the aftershocks hit harder and meaner, like my body had decided one explosion wasn’t enough. My p***y clamped down on him in violent, rhythmic spasms, each squeeze pulling a fresh gush of wetness around his still-buried c**k. I couldn’t control it anymore. I found my hips jerked against his, grinding helplessly, chasing the fading sparks even as they built again into something sharper.
“Oh f**k—oh f**k! Mr Black—” My voice cracked into a high, keening whine, words dissolving into nothing but breathy sobs. My thighs locked so tight around his waist my calves cramped, heels digging into the small of his back like I was trying to fuse us together. Every twitch of his c**k inside me, now thick and pulsing with the last of his release
