His c**k pulses violently inside me – I can feel each jet of c*m adding to the flood, his hips jerking with the intensity of his release. He stays buried, grinding, making sure every last drop joins the others.
"Eight minutes, fourteen seconds," Dr. Reyes notes. "Aggressive approach. Notable verbal intensity."
He pulls out. Looks down at the mess pouring from my p***y.
"Beautiful," he pronounces. Then he's gone.
DONOR SIX
He's having trouble.
I can see it in his face – the frustration creasing his brow, the embarrassment flushing his cheeks. He's attractive enough, mid-thirties, in good shape. His c**k is hard inside me – I can feel it, thick and ready. And he's been f*****g me for nearly fifteen minutes, finding a rhythm, losing it, finding it again.
But he can't seem to reach the
