"Aah!" Sarah let out a surprised sound when my hot semen shot toward her.
A trail of my hot milk smeared right down the middle of her face, while a small puddle formed between her breasts where my shaft rested.
"Aah, you came a lot, Rick. But—" she said, looking at my shaft still erect, "you're still hard."
"It would be pretty boring if I didn't have any energy left, wouldn't it?" I said to her.
"Well, you're right about that," she said, looking at me with a mischievous smile. "You spent two nights without me; that alone wouldn't be enough to satisfy me."
Sarah turned her back to me and lifted her heart-shaped ass high enough to fit my shaft inside her slit. Her soft hands were on my thighs, using my legs for support.
"Your penis got a little big, but don't think I'm scared of that," Sarah said in a challenging voice.
"I would never think that. After that little scream of yours earlier, I'd never think that. Never!" I said, being ironic.
