Can't stop, won't stop.

Gemma rests the side of her face on your chest as the two of you breathe heavily, finally done with yet another marathon session of sex. Another week has passed of fucking at a breakneck speed, and only one more week remains. You run your hands down the curve of her back and squeeze her ass, pressing her down onto your still-hard cock buried inside her pussy. You can feel the warm ooze of the dozen or so creampies you've pumped into her begin to seep out as your shaft slowly but surely softens, completely spent. She looks up at you, her face smeared with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

"It's going to suck going back to the motel..." she sighs, drawing a random pattern on your chest with her finger. "I wish my aunt would break her other leg."

You laugh at the joke, but part of you thinks she might actually be serious. It's been amazing fucking her in her own house, without needing to travel out to a sketchy area and paying for a subpar room. You think about what other solution there might be once her father comes back, but your thoughts are interrupted as she pulls herself up your body and slides her tongue into your mouth, causing your semi-hard cock to flop out of her pussy. She kisses you passionately, running her finger through your hair, and it only takes the briefest of moments until you feel your cock hardening once again...