Whispers After Dark
I looked up at him, cum dripping from my chin, and licked my lips.
He wasn’t satisfied until he’d used me one more time, bending me over the balcony railing again, this time fucking my cum-filled ass while the city lights sparkled below. My loud, shameless moans echoed into the night as I came with his cock buried deep in my ass.
We finally collapsed into bed hours later. I was a sticky, leaking, marked-up mess. George pulled me close, spooning me, his hand possessively cupping my sore, cum-filled pussy.