Jennifer shot me a sharp, annoyed glance as she wiped between her thighs with a damp towel, her movements rough with frustration. The scent of sex still clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, but her expression was anything but satisfied.
"Always cumming inside me…" she muttered, her voice laced with exasperation.
"What if I actually get pregnant, huh? Then what?" She tossed the towel into the sink, her fingers lingering between her legs as if checking for evidence of my claim.
I chuckled, pulling up my pants with deliberate slowness, my eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. The smirk on my face only deepened her scowl. "Relax, Jennifer," I teased, buckling my belt.
"You love it when I fill you up. Besides, you're the one who begs for it every time." I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear just to watch her shiver. "But if it makes you feel better, next time I'll pull out… after I've made you squirt twice."
