I c*m.
Hard. Gushing around his fingers, my juices mixing with six loads of c*m, my p***y clenching desperately. He doesn't stop – keeps licking, keeps fingering, keeps pushing me through the peak until another orgasm crashes over the first.
"Please – " I'm sobbing now. "Too much – need you inside me – "
He finally rises. Undresses with unhurried movements, revealing a body that's weathered but fit – and a c**k that's thick and hard and ready.
"There," he murmurs as he slides inside me. "That's where I need to be."
The fullness is intense. I'm so swollen, so sensitive, that every inch of his c**k feels like fire and electricity and pleasure all at once. He bottoms out and holds there, letting me adjust, his thumb finding my c**t and rubbing in slow circles.
"You're going to c*m for m
