Mark’s final thrust buried his c**k to the hilt inside Joana’s c*m-drenched p***y as he exploded. Rope after thick rope of hot, potent seed blasted directly against her cervix, flooding her womb. Joana screamed in ecstasy, her walls milking him through her sixth orgasm, her body shaking violently as she took every drop like the addicted daughter she was.
They collapsed together, panting, covered in sweat, c*m, and the evidence of their depravity. Slowly, they dressed in silence—Mark pulling on his pants while Joana slipped into a tiny tank top that did nothing to hide her hard n*****s and a short skirt with no panties. His c*m still leaked down her thighs.
Mark’s ears strained. “Did you hear footsteps earlier? I thought Hannah was coming up.”
Joana ran her soft hands over his broad ches
