Vogue's back arched. His balls tightened.
The first rope of cum exploded into her mouth. It was thick and hot. She swallowed quickly, but there was too much. Her cheeks bulged.
"Gulp! Gulp!"
She swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the torrent. Vogue grunted, pumping load after load directly into her belly. His mind went white, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
He fell back against the bed, gasping for air. He must have dumped a liter and a half of cum into her.
Gloria didn't stop sucking even after he finished, milking the last drops out, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Vogue looked down at her in surprise. Her jaw should have been aching, her lips swollen and raw. But her eyes... they were burning with a chaotic, wild lust. She looked lost in it.
"Perfect," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm not satisfied yet."
"Good. Neither am I. Come with me."
