John lets me cream my pants

John finally relents, “Cum.”

With that singular word, I feel the glands in my cunt empty, draining into the crotch of my sweatpants like my pussy is Niagara Falls. I shudder from head to toe, every inch of me quivering with ecstasy and relief now that I can finally spew my cream. It’s numbing, but at the same time it feels better than any fingering I’ve ever given myself.

A trembling moan emanates from my throat while my entire body finally relaxes. My juice sprays through my panties and even my sweatpants, dribbling thick and warm onto the floor. My pants are surely ruined after this, it’ll take a hundred washes to rinse out the stains of my excrement.