We were both panting, tired, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat. The couch creaked under us, springs groaning with every small shift. Tessa's thighs trembled against mine, her pussy still fluttering weakly around my cock from her last orgasm, hot and wet, leaking down my balls. My arms burned from holding her, legs numb from the relentless pace, but I couldn't stop—not yet.
"You're so close again, aren't you?" I whispered against her ear, voice hoarse, thrusting deep and slow, grinding to feel every inch of her. "Gonna cum on my dick… milk me dry… come on, baby, give it to me one more time."
Her pussy got tighter—clenching hard, walls fluttering wildly, like she was trying to pull me deeper even as her body shook from exhaustion. She moaned brokenly, head lolling against my shoulder, nails digging into my back.
"Evan… one… one more fucking time…" she gasped, voice cracking. "Oh my fucking… AH, FUCK. Evan—"
