Inside

His rhythm faltered, the slick glide of his cock through the hole growing more ****, more frantic. The head of it plunged deep inside her again and again, coated in her arousal, stretching her soaked, yielding pussy with every thrust. He couldn’t see her. Couldn’t touch her. All he had was the tight, hungry grip of her cunt pulling him in over and over—and it was enough to unmake him.

Emily gripped the seat beneath her, bent low, her back arched, the flushed lips of her pussy swallowing each deep stroke. Her juices clung to him, ran in shining strings down the base of his cock, slicking his shaft so thoroughly she could hear it—shlick, shlick, shlick—with every push inside. Her thighs trembled, her hips jerking back to meet him on instinct, the crude rhythm electrifying.

“Oh—f-fuck—gonna…”

His voice was strangled, helpless.

And then he rammed himself to the hilt with a sharp, jerking thrust that made her cry out—the head of his cock plunging so deep it bumped her cervix.

He exploded inside her.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot into her, the first jet painting her inner walls with sudden heat. Then another. And another. His cock throbbed in hard pulses, twitching against her slick walls as he poured himself into her, so much that she felt it gush around the base, trickling out immediately, running wetly down the insides of her thighs.

Emily gasped, her cunt clenching involuntarily, milking every drop, her slick folds stretching tight around his twitching shaft. The warmth spread low in her belly, heavy and lewd, her own climax threatened to crest from the sheer obscene sensation of being filled so fully, so deeply—but then, it teetered, faltered as he slammed flush against her and stilled, emptying himself in long, hot spurts.

Emily whimpered, hips jerking back helplessly as the thick heat of his cum spread inside her.

“No…” she breathed, voice cracking, ****, lips barely forming the words. “I was so close… just a little more…”

But his cock had already begun to soften, still buried, pulsing weakly in the aftershocks of his release, leaving her full but untouched where she needed it most. Her cunt clenched hungrily around him, slick, fluttering, aching for just a few more strokes, one more push, the friction she needed to tip her over.

Instead, he slipped free.

And the emptiness hit her like a gasp.