She’s still wants some?

Mrs. Morgan doesn't climb off after I finish. Instead, she stays seated on my cock, her pussy still clenching around my shaft as she starts to rock her hips again. I feel my cum squishing inside her with every movement, coating my balls as she grinds down harder.

"I... I want more," she admits quietly, her face burning with shame even as she presses her weight down and starts grinding faster. Her clit rubs against my pelvis with each desperate roll of her hips. "Please... don't make me stop."

Her heavy tits bounce as she picks up speed, grinding her cum-filled pussy on my cock like she's trying to milk another load out of me. I can feel my cum leaking out around my shaft, running down my balls as she works herself on me. Her movements become more frantic, more urgent as she chases another orgasm.

"That's it," I groan, gripping her hips as she rides me harder. "Use that cock. Take what you need."

Mrs. Morgan moans, grinding faster and faster, her pussy gripping me tight as she works herself toward another climax. Her wedding ring catches the light as she braces her hands on my chest, riding me with desperate need while my cum continues to drip out of her stretched hole.