Jennifer's skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her body still trembling as she clung to me, her legs locked tightly around my waist.
My cock remained buried deep inside her, still pulsing, still dripping cum into her womb as she sat impaled on me, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
"M-Mike..." she whimpered, her voice trembling, her nails digging into my shoulders as she ground herself down, her pussy clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.
"I can still feel you... so deep..." Her voice was a breathless, broken whisper, her body shuddering as another wave of pleasure rippled through her.
I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my cock twitching inside her as her walls fluttered around me, milking every last drop. "Fuck, Jennifer," I growled, my voice rough with dark satisfaction.
