Cum in Amy’s cunt

You thrust deep and hard through her orgasm, her pussy still fluttering and squeezing around your cock as the hot water pours over both of you. You’re right on the edge, balls tight, barely holding back.

“Where do you want it?” you growl against her ear, voice rough.

Amy’s legs tighten around your waist. She pulls your face to hers, kissing you messily as the shower sprays between your bodies. When she breaks the kiss, her eyes are wild and dark with lust.

“Inside,” she pants, nails digging into your shoulders. “I want it inside me, Jake. Fill me up.”

The words hit you like a lightning bolt.

You groan loudly and slam into her even harder, chasing your release. Amy moans encouragement in your ear, still riding the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

“Come on, Peralta… give it to me. I want to feel you pulsing inside me.”

That’s all it takes.

You bury yourself as deep as you can and cum hard, groaning her name as thick ropes of cum spill deep into her clenching pussy. Your hips jerk against hers with every pulse, pumping everything you have into her while the hot water washes over your joined bodies. Amy whimpers at the feeling, her walls milking you through every last spurt.

For a long moment, the only sounds are the running shower and both of you trying to catch your breath.

Amy’s forehead rests against yours, her breath warm on your lips. A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her face.

“Much better than your fantasy,” she murmurs, still impaled on your cock. She gives you a slow, teasing squeeze with her inner muscles. “Though now I’m going to be leaking your cum for the rest of the shift… you owe me a new pair of panties, Detective.”

You let out a breathless laugh and kiss her again, softer this time, as the steam swirls around you.