Tell her to stop?
You assume she will stop on her own.
As Ashlee’s balls deliver their payload deep inside you, you assume she will stop on her own. You are only twice as big as before, you can take more, you think as your belly creeps forward onto the counter in front of you and then to the sides and down where it is squashed into the cabinets. It folds around your still erect cock like a sleeve, stimulating you. Then, she stops.
“Ashlee, I’m not full yet,” you whine.
“Sorry! I ran out of cum!”
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