The couch beneath me was completely soaked. My juices had sprayed everywhere, coating his stomach, his balls, and the cushions in shiny wet patches. My t**s bounced wildly with every thrust and my n*****s were so hard they ached. I could feel another orgasm already building fast inside me, that familiar pressure low in my belly that always led to a massive release.
"God Molly, your cunt is still squirting little spurts every time I bottom out," Tyler groaned, looking down between us where his c**k disappeared into my swollen, puffy lips. "You are making such a mess. I love how sloppy and wet you get. Keep squirting for me baby. I want to feel that hot spray all over my d**k again."
I reached down and rubbed my c**t in fast circles, my fingers slipping in the flood of my own juices. "f**k
