Kate's body trembled violently as the last waves of her squirt faded, her pussy still twitching and fluttering like a desperate, overstimulated whore. Her thick, swollen lips remained parted, glistening with her own creamy juices, the dark curls of her bush matted and shiny, strands sticking together in wet clumps.
A slow, obscene trickle of her arousal continued to leak from her gaping entrance, running down her ass crack and pooling on the sheets beneath her.
She lifted herself slightly on shaky arms, and my cock slipped out of her with a loud, wet pop — thick, angry, and veiny, the head dark purple with blood, a fat bead of pre-cum glistening at the wide-open slit.
The veins pulsed visibly, throbbing like angry ropes under the taut skin, the entire cock so hard it looked like it could split stone. It twitched violently in the cool air, still slick with her squirt and her creamy pussy juices.
