He didn’t let me recover.
Logan pulled out of my throbbing, freshly f****d cunt with a wet sound that made my face burn. A thick rush of his c*m followed, spilling down my thighs and onto the desk in long, sticky strands. I tried to close my legs. He stopped me with one hand, spreading me open so he could watch his seed leak out of the hole he had just claimed.
“Messy already,” he murmured, almost to himself. Two thick fingers pushed back inside me, scooping up the mixture of my juices and his c*m, then shoving it deeper. “Keep it in. I want you walking around this house still full of me.”
I whimpered. My p***y was sore, oversensitive, fluttering around his fingers. The second orgasm still had my legs shaking.
He wiped his hand on my inner thigh, then scooped me off the desk like I wei
