Yes, fuck her.

You say nothing except “so hot,” as you slide into your girlfriend's dripping pussy, and you wonder if she's ever been that wet. “Oh my god John,” she murmurs. “You are really going to fuck me while I'm still covered in your first load. I bet you'll get another good load going soon, John. Can I wear that one too? Can you fuck me with two loads of cum on me?” she asks, and the fevered speech gets more and more intense as you realize this is turning Jess on more than you had figured.

“You know I love you on your knees,” you grunt, watching Jess's smaller, perky tits bounce as she grips the counter. “Painting your face again would be amazing. Then you could suck me back to life so I could fuck you again,” you promise. Jess groans as your hand comes around to gently play with her clit. She catches your face in the mirror and you can see her pleasure wash over her. It is intensely gratifying, knowing you are pleasing your fiancée, and an amazing turn-on watching your girl like some porn star, her face covered in drying loads of your cum both beg for more, and promise she'll let you keep going.

“John, you've already got me so close. I can't... I'm cumming already,” she groans. You begin to slow, and she nearly screams, “Keep fucking me.” Spurred on by her own passion you start pounding her, your stamina obviously aided by the thorough blowjob she gave you minutes before. You keep her standing as she cums, and you grip her hips to help her keep stable. She slowly comes down, and she looks up in the mirror at you. “Damn, baby,” Jess murmurs, and you can hear the fatigue in her voice. You smile at her, and grab her hair gently, knowing full well that you would never pull it too hard. Jess's eyes widen, then half-close again.

She obliges, lifting her torso up, her arms straining from the effort. “Did you want to see my body, John? My sweaty, sexed up body?” You grab her arms and pull her up so her breasts are on display. “Make my titties shake for you,” she says. You oblige, and you can feel your own balls stirring. You slow your stroke, and release her arms. Jess slides down until her own arms are again holding her from the counter.

“Getting tired?” Jess asks, her voice a combination of pleasure and concern. You shake your head. You are, surprisingly, not. Jess's newfound desires have given you a lot to draw on.

“Not at all.” You let your hand slide to Jess's pussy again, and in seconds you start thrusting, loving the sounds her soaked pussy is making. She moans again as your fingers find her clit, and you gently cup her jiggling tit with your free hand, softly plucking at her diamond-hard nipple. Jess's whimpers grow as you continue to fuck her, increasing the potency of your thrusts as your fingers work her clit over consistently. Jess writhes against ou, bucking her hips as she seems to be able to do little else but support herself while you take over. You lean over to kiss her neck, your hand sliding from her breast to her hip, loving the feel of her sweat and yours between you.

“You're going to cum again,” you promise her. Jess moans and you see her right hand cup her breast, tweaking her nipple. “I'm going to make you cream that hot pussy all over my cock,” you say, and you can tell your words are having the desired effect. Jess thrusts back more impatiently as you toy with her clit, waiting until she's even wetter before you pull your two fingers together, trapping her hard nub between the knuckles of your middle and index finger. Jess's orgasm hits her suddenly, and she mumbles something incoherently before she screams out her pleasure. Both her hands go to the counter, and you hold her by the stomach with your right hand. Even through the orgasm you continue to thrust gently, unwilling to stop fucking the hot woman in front of you. By the end of the orgasm, Jess can barely hold herself up. Your thrusts are met with wet noises, and you hook your arms around her shoulders so she can see herself getting impaled.

You are amazed that she is practically limp, her head barely staying up as her tits jiggle from the gentle fucking. You slide out, and she leans against you. You hug her, arms wrapped around her chest, just under her breasts, and nibble on her neck. Your erection rubs against her ass cheek, and she takes a steadying breath before turning around. “I'm barely able to stand,” she notes, and you grip her by the waist to support her. She smiles at you, and you can still see the remnants of her facial earlier. Your cock twitches.

“Luckily,” she tells you, “I don't need to.” Your fiancée sinks to her knees and looks up at you. “Please cum on my face and tits,” she says. “I'll suck it out of you if you'd like. I want another load on me, baby.” Your cock throbs and you step forward so your shining head is right at her lips. She purses her lip to give your cock a kiss. “Oh baby I'm so sorry,” she says, and without warning slowly pushes her mouth over you, all the way to your pubic bone. She pulls off just as slowly. “I forgot to clean you,” she says, and you feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“I know how you like having me at your beck and call, baby,” she assures you. “Please let me suck the cum out of those swollen balls so you can spurt it all over my body.” You don't have long to decide.