She doesn’t let me

I feel the pulsing of Heather’s tunnel walls slow. Her eyes open and she says, in a low, urgent voice, “Cum in me, baby, please . . . let me feel your hot cream feeding my hungry little pussy . . .” She strengthens her grip on my ass with her legs. “Give me your cum, baby,” she pleads. “Sow me with your seed. Fill me up with you. Please let me feel your hot cum in my pussy.” My mind reels, and then she leans up, sucks one of my nipples sharply into her mouth, starts flickering her tongue across its tip, and bites it. I howl like a wolf and slam my hips forward, driving my rod as deep as it will go as orgasm sets every nerve in my body on fire.

“Yessssss!” Heather hisses in a loud, triumphant whisper—a whisper that suddenly escalates into a feral shriek as another climax erupts out of nowhere. She silences herself by pulling me hard on top of her, holding me tight with her arms and legs, and kissing me with starveling ferocity. I yield to her embrace and kiss her back with equal hunger as my cum cannon hoses down her inner walls.

Eventually, I collapse, shifting to the side a bit so Heather can breathe. “That wasn’t what I planned,” she murmurs, sounding rather awed. “I’d meant for our first time to be in my bed—but once I felt your cock in my pussy, I couldn’t stop—I couldn’t let you go . . . Besides, it felt deliciously naughty. But I still want you in my bed,” she adds shyly.

I kiss her again and say, “Shall we go up, then?”

“Yes, let’s.”