Nope, you sure milk him alright...

You can barely see straight let alone think straight, the constant state of ecstasy is almost unbearable as you're used like a pocket pussy by your coworker. He continues driving his white snake deep into you, his grip has since changed from your soft fat ass to your wide curvy hips, perfect lovehandles for this position. You collapse into the couch now, a small pool of drool has formed from your wide open mouth, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head from the overdose of blissful intoxication. Truly in a daze of pleasure you don't even resist yourself as you call out to Paul, "Fuck Me! Oh my god fuck meee.....!" and he obliges, he starts hammering harder albeit a bit slower but hitting deep, you even feel the couch begin to scoot across the floor almost from the sheer **** of the fucking you're receiving.

"Come on Sarah, say my name! Tell me you want me to bust inside you! Tell me to cum!" he calls to you, a proud joy in his voice. You can't help but feel like you want to, you want him to pump you full of cum like some fucking toy. You earned it didn't you, you earned a reward for sticking your plump ass up in the air like a little slut. At this point whatever concern you had is drowned deep and suppressed, be it the **** or the hormones, you couldn't care less, you just wanted to hit that orgasmic bliss you've only seen in porn videos. "Fuck me Paul! Fucking give it to me Paul! Fucking Cum! Cum for me Paul! Cum!" you start yelling out in such a whorish voice laced with ecstasy you don't even recognize it.

With that you send him and yourself over the edge. On Thrust...two thrusts...three thrusts....boom! You feel him hammer hard and agonizingly slow suddenly and on the third hilting he stops deep inside your battered depths. Then it hits you, you feel his cock throb hard and his balls twitch tight. His cum surges down his shaft, you can actually feel the bulge of his load as it travels down the pipe, and with the loudest primal roar you've ever heard he blows. His cum blasts past your cervix and right against your womb, the hot seed sending you into orgasmic bliss, your eyes roll back into your head and your let out a long drawn out whorish moan as your body quivers nonstop. Then another blast of cum forces into you and another, your pussy convulses and starts milking him for every drop. He holds there for nearly a minute just pumping load after load into you, each spurt eliciting a powerful grunt from him, he even presses harder against you each time ensuring it gets in deep. After about seven large loads he stops, your pussy does not however and keeps milking. "God fucking damn Sarah! You just keep going don't you?! Wanted my cum that bad that you're still milking it out of me, shit..." Paul says, an accomplished tone to his voice matches his satisfied grin on his face. Eventually he starts to soften and you come down from your high, you hear him slide out with a 'pop', the sensation now leaving you feeling empty despite knowing your womb is probably as full as it could ever be.

You feel cum begin to ooze out of you as you lie there, completely exhausted from your ordeal. Paul plops on down in front of you and downs the rest of his beer before laying back and regaining his composure. You lay there for minutes before you hear him speak again. "So, you're staying the night right?" his voice as proud as ever.