Madeline's hand flew back, fingers splaying over her asshole like a shield, her nails digging into the soft flesh as if she could physically block me. "Don't… I really can't take it there… not with your big cock right there… please, it's too much…" Her voice was a breathless, trembling mess, but beneath the fear, that same filthy hunger still pulsed in her words, thick and unmistakable.
I let go of her pussy—and the dam broke.
A sharp, broken gasp tore from her throat as her bladder betrayed her, the pressure inside her swelling to an unbearable peak. Her thighs clenched, her hips jerking forward as if she could somehow stop it, but it was too late.
The first hot, desperate spurt burst out of her in a shameful gush, the sound of it splattering against the shower tiles loud and obscene.
