I need time to think straight

I didn’t move.

My cock was still buried inside Alice’s warm, cum-filled pussy, slowly softening. Every tiny shift made more of my load leak out around me and onto the sheets. I was completely spent. After the intense night, the recovery period, the anal, and then her sudden switch that **** another load out of me, my body had nothing left to give right now.

Alice stayed on top of me, gently rolling her hips every so often like she was enjoying the feeling of keeping me inside her. Her massive tits rested against my chest, her thick thighs straddling me. She looked down at me with that same satisfied, slightly wild expression.

For a long moment I didn’t say anything. Part of me didn’t want to leave. It would’ve been so easy to just stay here all day — buried in her, fucking her again once I recovered, letting her ride me until we were both wrecked. The thought of another weekend like this already had my brain fogged.

But I knew I had to go.

If I stayed any longer I’d probably end up inside her again before the day was over, and the risk we were already playing with was insane. Three loads in her bare pussy in less than a day. No protection. No plan. A couple of weeks to cool off and think straight suddenly felt necessary.

Alice must have sensed the shift in me. She tilted her head, still gently squeezing my softening cock with her pussy.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

I nodded, running my hands up her thick thighs. “Yeah… just… fuck. That was intense.”

She smiled, but there was a hint of understanding in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed me slowly, not pushing for more.

After a minute I spoke again.

“I’ve got some stuff I need to sort out back home next weekend,” I said, the excuse coming out smoother than I expected. “Family stuff and catching up with a few people I bailed on for the trip. But the weekend after that…” I looked up at her, my hands still on her hips. “I’ll try to organise something. Come back here. Or we can figure out somewhere else.”

Alice studied my face for a second, then nodded. She didn’t look upset — if anything, she seemed to get it.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “The weekend after next then.”

She gave one last slow roll of her hips, making both of us groan at the messy feeling, then carefully lifted herself off me. A thick flood of cum poured out of her swollen pussy the second my cock slipped free, running down her thighs and dripping onto the bed.

She didn’t bother cleaning it up right away. She just stayed straddling me, looking down at the mess between us with that same little smirk.

“Guess I’ll be thinking about this until then,” she murmured.