He fills me with his seed, to the brim of my core, a celebration of our session.
But he doesn’t know the feeling it gives me, the overwhelming sensation of heated desire that it brings me.
How it’s warmth invigorates my lust once more. How it eases the ache and soreness of being properly used by him.
How his stickiness trickles and mixes with my own, touching, and loving me all over again.
I hold on to the gasp of his release, that delicious kiss he placed on my parted lips, and I
I move my fingers downwards, playing with my soaked clit, moaning as he turns to view me. I can feel his eyes, feel his hands shadow mine,
I can feel his encouragement as he helps me fuck myself with his seed….
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