Jack leans forward

"FUCK!" Gripping her hips, Jack pulled Morgan back against his exploding length as he flooded her cunt with a thick creamy load of his baby-batter.

"UGH-FU-HUCK!" Morgan cried out pressing back against him, each squirt sending thrilling reminders of her previous orgasm rippling through her core. "Yes!" She breathed as Jack leaned against her and the counter.

"Mm... ...fuck, Morgan. You're fun." Jack pulled his cock free and gave her ass another swat as he watched his seed drip in thick white globs from her spasming folds. "Might think to clean that up before Nelson comes home." He laughed as he started getting dressed. "What a fucking day?! Hey, uh... ...hey babe..." Jack turned to address Morgan who was, as yet, still clinging to the counter, his cum oozing from her between her quivering mound.

"Y-y-yes, ugh..." Morgan shuddered as she slowly rose and turned to face Jack.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yes, Jack." Morgan smiled. "Thank you." She mouthed the last words as he turned and left the house.

When the front door slammed shut she snapped out of her reverie with a start. How long had she been leaning against the counter it was hard for her to say, but she didn't want to move for her legs were still shaking. Her thoughts lingered on how huge his load was over the fact she was fingering his cum back into her. Time was a funny thing and when it finally settled into place and Morgan could walk, she eventually pulled herself up from the floor, having spent the better part of the last twenty minutes sitting in a pool of their combined arousal.

Morgan carefully cleaned up the kitchen and any evidence of their tryst before she decided to take a shower. The day was still young and after that fulfilling romp with Jack this morning she was feeling invigorated.