She got the one more.
It hit her mid-bounce, sharper than the last, and she folded forward onto my chest, still moving, pussy clenching in wet pulls while she rode it out. I held her hips and kept her on me. She sobbed a laugh against my throat.
"Now," she said. "Come. Flood me. I want it while I'm still shaking."
I let go. Pulled her down and came hard, pulsing deep, the mess from before making it spill out around the base even as I filled her. Evelyn moaned through every shot, grinding to take it, then collapsed fully onto me, breathing wrecked, still joined.
"God," she whispered. "Okay. Mouth. I promised. Give me a second. Don't slip out yet. I want to climb off and taste it."
She kissed my chest, my jaw, then eased up. I slipped free with a wet sound and a rush down her thigh. She looked at it, grinned, and slid down the bed. No ceremony. She took me in her mouth, soft and oversensitive, and licked us off me, slow, thorough, humming when I twitched.
