Vogue roared. The feeling of her tight walls spasming around him was too much. He slammed in deep, burying himself in her womb, and also exploded inside of her.
His second load wasn't as big as the first, but it still flooded her insides, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her with each pounding.
They collapsed together on the bed panting, with their bodies covered in sweat.
Gloria lay there, her chest heaving. Her pussy was throbbing, swollen and sore, but filled with a warm, glowing satisfaction. She felt like she might pass out.
But Vogue… Vogue was still hard.
He pulled out of her slowly, his cock making a wet sound as it left her body and watched as cum flowed down her pussy to the bed.
He sat back on his heels, looking down at her stained body with satisfaction.
"Turn over," His voice was calm but cold.
Gloria's eyes widened. "What? Vogue, I… I can't…"
"Turn. Over." He wasn't asking.
