My body was still trembling as Louis slowly pulled his thick c**k out of me. A thick stream of his warm c*m leaked from my stretched p***y, dripping down my ass onto the couch. I felt deliciously used, my thighs sticky and my cunt pulsing with aftershocks.
Louis looked down at me with dark, possessive eyes. “Clean yourself up before your mother calls. She usually video calls around this time.”
I barely had time to catch my breath before my phone started ringing on the coffee table. It was Mum — Caris.
“s**t,” I whispered, scrambling up. c*m was still running down my inner thighs.
Louis grabbed my arm before I could run.
“Answer it. Right here. On the couch.”
My eyes widened. “Louis… she’ll see...”
“Sit,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And keep your legs closed.
