Into Summer's Hand!

As you cum, Summer closes her fist over your tip, milking it as you surrender all of your cum into her hand. Your brain is a mush as you breed her palm, sending pent-up loads to splatter across her soft grip. You seem to melt and weaken before her eyes, slumping weak against her body as you submit utterly to her.

"Good boy~ You like my hand that much?" Her giggles were humiliating, but tugged pleasantly at your senses. If you had anything left to give you'd be cumming all over her hands once more. You couldn't bear to meet her gaze, so you lower them... only to see how absolutely soaked Summer's palm was with your seed.

She relinquished her hold over your wilting cock, and splayed her hands for you to see. It was completely drenched, and droplets of it began leaking on to the floor. You're dimly aware of Clara's impassive smirk as you stare, transfixed at Summer's hand.

"Now... won't you clean up your mess?"