Both c***s were still buried deep inside my p***y, pulsing with the last throbs of their orgasms, thick c*m flooding me from two sources at once. The sensation was indescribable, hot, endless ropes coating my walls, filling my womb until it overflowed in heavy streams down my thighs and over Mark's balls. My p***y fluttered weakly around them, overstimulated and stretched to its limit, every tiny movement sending aftershocks through my body.
I lay collapsed against Mark's chest, breathing hard, sweat slicking our skin where we touched. His arms wrapped loosely around my waist, holding me in place while Doctor Harlan stayed pressed behind me, his weight pinning me between them. The leather couch was soaked beneath us, a large wet spot spreading from my juices and their c*m.
Doctor Harlan
