Claire was panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, soft tits still marked from the earlier pinching. Each shaky breath made her stomach flutter.
My cock continued to pulse deep inside her, the last thick ropes of cum spurting directly against her cervix and flooding her womb. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around the spurting length, milking every drop while soft, broken whimpers escaped her lips between pants.
"Haaah… haaah… so deep… still cumming… haaah…"
Yelena stayed on top of her, pinning her wrists, watching with a flushed, triumphant, openly mocking smile as Claire took the full load. The corners of her mouth curled higher every time another pulse of cum forced a fresh whimper from Claire.
I held myself buried for several long seconds, letting the final throbs empty completely into her. Then, slowly, I began to pull out.
