No. I'm going to cum inside of her.

“I can fill you up, can’t I?”

Ivy’s silent for a moment, moving her body on your rod to further ruin her sense of the world. Her mind was silly with sex, focused on your invasive member, still flexing in her tunnel. “Yeah. I’m on the pill. Thanks for asking.”

A steady stream of cum begins spilling into Ivy. She tenses and gasps, slowing her movements as your start slowly working your hips back and forth into her, gently milking yourself straight in her. Finally, she swallows and lowers her head, but you reach and grab a handful of her hair and pull back, forcing her to pant like a thirsty for water.

“Y-you’re cumming a lot!” Ivy comments, her pussy tight while it’s penetrated. “You’re…really filling up my pussy!”

You have to fight the urge to shudder. Instead, you moisten your lips, listen to her words and focus your attention on how she feels. It’s almost like she’s in shock with how much you’ve with withholding from her. Ivy can only manage to flex her toes and dig her fingers deeper into the couch. Cute little noises leave her mouth as you tug lightly on her hair.

You leave her hair and spank her before you pull out of her gash. A gentle cum-fall drains from her used hole, and you watch it with keen interest. You wouldn’t have expected a girl in a place like this to enjoy it so much, but Ivy was still in loopy-state, looking almost high when she looked back at you.

Ivy runs her tongue over her lip and bites down on her. She puckers her ass and lowers her torso onto the cushions - putting her pussy-lips out for display. Ivy notices you have difficulty maintaining eye contact when she looks at you—your gaze switches from her eyes to the vagina. She spreads her lips with her delicate fingers, allowing more of your white warmth to drip.

“You could have knocked anyone up with a load that big. Fuuuck~!” Ivy sits up and stands on her knees. “I almost feel guilty makes you pay me for all of that.”

You advance towards her and grab her head, forcing her down to clean your cock off. She felt as good as the first time she had her mouth around your shaft. Your knees might have buckled if you weren’t so keen on having her around you.

Ivy’s tongue drags along your tip. Your softening cock flexes, and you sigh. “No, my money feels well-spent.”

You release Ivy from your grip, and she looks up at you. Now you’ve filled two of her holes. You squeeze her lips clean the tears and smudge of her whore-ish makeup, and then step back. She looks down, blinks, and then asks if you’re leaving.