Her pussy is shivering for me, squeezing onto my shaft over and over.
Rearing back again, I look down to find her squirting down my length, her white cream going to my base as I fuck her, pushing my dick in so her cream spreads over her already-soaked lips and clit.
Harder, faster, and I can’t look away.
Her pussy and her pleasure and us, it’s all that exists.
“Fuck, fuck,” I growl as my seed rushes right up my tip, a whole world of sensation making my cock pulse.
“Yes,” she moans, reaching up and grabbing onto my face with both her hands, her nails digging in as if she wants us to share this moment.
To remember it forever.
We stare into each other’s eyes as my seed rushes out of my cock, burning with so much ecstasy I can’t think, can’t feel anything other than absolute certainty I can never let this woman go.
Whatever happens, she’s mine.
Her pussy squeezes tighter onto my cock as her orgasm comes to an end, right in the middle of when I finish, the sensation making the pleasure even more intense.
I roar as the last of my seed erupts, and then I collapse atop my woman, still inside of her, feeling myself wilt as her soaked lips kiss my cock as though willing me to stay.
Finally, I roll over, panting, smiling even as a grimace tries to take over.
Faye climbs into my arms and lays her cheek against my chest, softly moving her fingernails over my chest.
I hug her, kissing the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.
“There’s no going back now,” I whisper. “I can’t let you go. Ever. I can’t even imagine it.”
“Me neither,” she replies quietly.
The message is clear, but we don’t want to say it, as though it will ruin what we just did.
The grimace tries to replace my smile again.
We have to tell Lola.