Her pussy was a mess. Lips swollen fat and dark rose, clinging to his shaft on every withdrawal like they were trying to keep him inside. Thick, creamy juice coated every inch of his cock—white froth building at the base in a lewd ring, smearing up the veined length with each thrust.
When he pulled almost all the way out, her inner folds dragged outward—pink and glistening—stretching thin around the flared ridge before snapping back with a filthy squelch.
A fresh gush of slick poured out every time he bottomed out, dripping down his shaft in slow, viscous strands, coating his heavy balls until they shone wet and slick.
"So—fucking—deep—" she sobbed, voice fracturing on every word. Her hands scrabbled at his chest—nails digging in, leaving red crescents—trying to brace herself against the relentless pounding.
And that was only 8 of him!
