You managed to get the words out and Randy grunts. He pulls his dick out of you, leaving you feeling empty. More disturbingly, you want to feel that fullness again. He stroked himself a couple of times and blew his load, coating your stomach and tits with his cum. An impressive amount, too. How much can this guy make in a day?
You were left huffing, trying to catch your breath. He let go of your legs and collapsed onto his bed as well. He looked over at you with that shit-eating grin of his.
"How was that for you, babe. Sounded like you loved it."
Your face began to heat up, and you turned away from him. Not that that helped much. You could feel your tits move with each breath, could feel his cum drying on your chest and stomach. After a few minutes of catching your breath, you looked back at him.
"Are we done?" you asked.
"You don't want another go?"
You bit your lip. Part of you really fucking did. But you shook your head. He shrugged and sat up. "Sure. I can bring you home. Lemme get you something to clean off with." You nodded and he left, returning a couple of minutes later with a few paper towels. You cleaned his cum off and got dressed, then made your way to his car.
On the ride home, you finally spoke again. "And the pictures? The videos? You won't send them out."
"That's what I said," Randy said.
That wasn't an affirmative answer, but you figured it was the best you were going to get. He dove you to your house, dropped you off, and left. You went inside and climbed into the shower, wanting to forget everything about the afternoon, pleasure and humiliation both.
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