"I'm not through with you yet."

She gurgles and moans. Finally you give a roar of satisfaction and pull your cock back. She gasps anxiously, sucking in more creamy cum than needed air. Mariah coughes and sputters, spewing out more jism that run down to glaze her tits and pussy mound. No climax erupts to reward her, only a thankful feeling of relief. Her cum-smeared tits rise and fall with her rapid breathing, and you watch her, licking your lips.

"Lay down on the couch," you tell. "I'm not through with you yet." "Not right now," she begs. "Let me rest a moment." When she speaks, more of your thick cum dribbles from her lips. Mariah feels like she is swimming in it. You push her toward the couch. Mariah sags down with a weary sigh, her head still reeling as she fights to regain her breath. You push her down on her back and straddl her hips, rubbing your hands all over her cum-slick tits.

"Jism is just like beauty cream," you say. "It keeps your skin smooth." She groans. The film of spilled jism makes your hands glide on her pillowy tits. Her nipples swell hard and begin to throb. You chuckle and ease backward, working your hands down to rub in the jism that has smeared her belly. Then you massage some into her pussy mound. It leaves her cunt hair sheening like precious mink. Your cock swells back to full hardness while fondling her lush body.