60. Nate
SIXTY
NATE
Rosie’s pussy clamps down around my length.
“Nathan!” Her cry is hoarse.
Her voice cracks on my name.
And I feel the first pulse of my own release shoot deep inside her channel.
I jerk my hand away from her clit and grip my cock as I pull out of her heat and keep coming.
Her hands slip from my hair, and I push myself up on my free hand so I can jerk off onto her sweet body like I promised.
A rope of release splatters across her belly.
Another across her tits.
But then I aim back down to her perfect little pussy.
Painting her curls and pressing my tip against her clit.
Rosie’s body twitches, but she doesn’t push me away.
I drag my hand up and down my cock one last time, then I sit back and take in the woman beneath me.
Rosie is a mess.
Cum all over. Her own pleasure coating her thighs. Makeup smeared.
And a smile on her face.
She looks like mine.