30. Luke
Luke
Natalie wiggles and whimpers as she comes around my cock, and I can’t take anymore.
I dig my fingers into her soft hip and pin her body to mine as my dick starts to pulse.
Each contraction of her pussy extends my own release. And I have to grip her tighter to hold her still.
Jerking my hips forward one last time, I feel the last drops leave me.
“Holy shit,” I pant, trying to hold completely still.
Natalie turns her face to the side, her cheek against my suit coat so I can hear her. “Are we dead?”
I snort.
And then I wince. Because my dick is too fucking sensitive now.
Slowly, I slide back.
“Ah!” I choke on a cry when Natalie’s pussy gives one last spasm right before my tip slides out of her.
She chuckles, but it sounds more like a moan than a laugh.
Carefully, I slide the condom off, twisting the end into a knot and dropping it next to the discarded glass.
I’ll pick up both before we leave .
But not yet.
With nothing handy for either of us to use to clean up, I slide Natalie’s panties back up her hips and into place.
I feel a little bad that they’re stretched out, but I’ll buy her one hundred pairs if it means we get to do that again.
I tug her skirt back down with the last bit of my energy. Then I collapse face-first into the sand next to her.
Remembering too late that my dick is still out.