I fell back onto the sofa beside Sofia, landing on my back, chest heaving as I panted hard. Sofia had drained so much energy from me, her body, her moans, her desperate need had pushed me beyond anything I expected. My muscles felt heavy, spent, but the satisfaction was deep and bone-level.
"I came so much," I said, voice rough and low, eyes dropping to her pussy. Thick white cum oozed steadily from her stretched entrance, slow, creamy rivulets sliding down her inner thighs and pooling on the sofa cushion beneath her.
It dripped in lazy drops, mixing with her own juices, the sight obscene and beautiful at the same time. Her pussy lips were swollen, flushed dark pink, still twitching with aftershocks, gaping slightly from how hard I'd fucked her.
