Amanda felt it flooding her womb, warm and thick, overflowing from her well-used hole and dripping out around the base of his cock.
Their mixed fluids spilled freely now, running down her thighs and soaking into the sheets beneath them.
But Ross wasn't done.
Even as he came, he kept grinding into her slowly, drawing out the pleasure, keeping her stretched and full, his cock still rock-hard inside her.
The friction—so wet, so hot—sent little aftershocks through Amanda's body, tiny involuntary spasms that twitched across her stomach and thighs.
Her chest heaved with each breath, her body completely wrecked, soaked in sweat and sex.
Ross lowered himself onto his elbows, chest pressed against hers, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered, still catching his breath.
"You took it all… every drop."
Amanda's eyes fluttered open briefly, but she could barely respond.
