Yuko moaned—long, broken, trembling—her whole body shaking as she felt the warmth spreading across her chest. "Oh god… so much… it's… everywhere… hot… sticky…" Her voice was small, shy, almost reverent. "You… you came so hard… all over me…"
I kept shallow thrusts through the aftershocks—milking the last drops out between her cum-slick tits—until my cock finally softened slightly, still nestled in the messy, dripping channel.
She looked up at me—face flushed, lips swollen, chin glistening with a mix of spit and semen—eyes glassy with awe and lingering lust.
Her breasts were a complete, filthy masterpiece: completely wet, glazed white, the bra translucent and clinging, every curve and valley marked with my release.
I released her hair gently, thumb brushing a streak of cum from her lower lip.
"Good girl," I murmured. "Now… let's see if I can finally piss."
She let out a shaky, embarrassed laugh-moan, still on her knees, tits heaving with every breath, utterly claimed.
