"Oh, God," she groaned, forcing the head into her distended sphincter. "That's more than the tip, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Tommy replied in a strangled groan. Then he grabbed her ass cheeks forcefully and pushed her up off of him. The thick, mostly-dry juice from her p***y now served to stick them together, rather than providing a slippery lubricant.
"Ow," she grumbled. She turned around and rubbed her bottom. "Why did that suddenly hurt so much?"
"No lubrication," he replied. He licked his lips and blew out a long breath. "At first, your juices made it all slippery. They dried out, though, and then they were sticky instead. Does that make sense?"
Emma thought for a second and then nodded. She leaned forward and gave him a quick smooch before sliding out of the bed.
"We need to take a
