Dace came too, his cum filling my insides until they spilled, causing a mess, even so he kept going, as if forcing his cum back into me.
My eyes rolled at the back of my head when another mind-shattering orgasm overtook my body.
If I hadn't wrapped my arms around him, I would have fallen off.
My raspy breath filled the room, my body in sharp quakes trying to recover.
Dace let me down; my legs were like jelly as they met the ground.
But then he spun me around and bent me over, my hands braced against the glass.
He thrust into me without warning, but he didn't make any attempts to move, and I got needy, shifting my hips back to do the needful.
"Fucking brat," he amused, smacking my ass.
I giggled, doing it again, and it earned more hits.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, each impact sprang my body alive. The delicious sensations were strangely satisfying.
"You're such a bad girl," Dace groaned. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
