On Julietta

You get up on your knees and turn toward Julietta, who is awake and watching you over her shoulder, but still cannot move. Her pussy lips still tremble, and drops of juices are still rolling down her skin.

You stroke quickly and erupt like a geyser, shooting all the way over her hip to her side. You point your cock down and keep jerking, making sure a few ropes of it shoot over her booty and dribble down her cheeks. She shivers.

Amelie points.

"There's the door," she says.