I hang on a little longer

I don’t want to cum yet, but I probably shouldn’t change the position too much, I think. Anything too vertical would probably feel unstable for her. I keep fucking Kira as she cums, then start to pull out. She tries to pull me deeper with her legs; I tell her to trust me, and she lets go. I grab her thighs, put her knees to her chest, and climb back on top, sheathing my dick to the hilt and bottoming out in her tight young cunt. As I feel her anterior fornix stretching tightly around my knob, she arches her back and shrieks in climax. I pause for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her well-stretched fuckmuscle convulsing around my hard, thick shaft—and to bring myself back from the edge so I can fuck her a little more before cumming.

When the pressures recede, I start thrusting. “So deep . . . so deep,” Kira moans. “So full . . . so good . . .”

“I love fucking your tight young pussy, baby girl,” I growl. “I love how much you love getting fucked. You’re so fucking hot—I can’t take much more—that sweet little hole of yours is gonna make me cum soon. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside me!” Kira gasps. “I’m on the pill—cum inside me—I want to feel it . . .”

“You want me to seed your tight little cunt?” I ask, reaching back with one hand to frig her clit. “You want me to fill you up with my cream?”

“Yes!” she cries. “Let me feel you, Ben—give it to me—plant yourself in me—fill me with you . . . I want you so bad . . . Make me cum, baby—touch me, cum with me and make me cum hard.”

“You’re so hot—” I gasp. “I’m—cumming—” I bury my cock to the balls in Kira’s tight, wet heat one last time as my orgasm runs me over like a buffalo stampede; I flood her sweet teenage honeypot with my cream. She feels it and presses her hips into mine, screaming in the throes of her answering climax. Her inner walls roil and spasm around my dick, milking it for every last drop of cum, locking our bodies together in our joint ecstasy.