Mira's limp, sweat-drenched body finally surrendered completely atop me—her full, heaving tits mashed flat against my chest, nipples still diamond-hard and scraping my skin with every shallow, ragged breath she managed to drag in.
Her ruined holes—pussy and asshole alike—twitched and pulsed around the thick remnants of my cock, still half-buried in her spasming cunt from when I'd flipped her last, unwilling to let even an inch of that greedy warmth escape.
Thick, creamy ropes of my cum bubbled out from both entrances in lazy, obscene dribbles, trickling down her inner thighs and pooling hot and sticky on my balls, mixing with the remnants of her squirting floods until everything between us was a slick, filthy mess.
She'd fainted hard—eyes rolled back to whites, mouth slack and drooling a thin trail of spit onto my collarbone, her whole frame shuddering in tiny, unconscious aftershocks like her body was still chasing the brutal orgasms I'd ripped from her.
