Lancel wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked at the messy scene he had caused.
"Haah… Haah…"
Ishtar lay sprawled on the ground, completely unmoving, with her legs spread wide open. His thick semen was slowly dripping from her swollen clit as if her pussy was still pushing it out.
The slow, honey-like drops sliding down her folds only aroused Lancel's lust even more. He had already ejaculated once, yet the sight made him want to take her again right away.
"Ishtar…"
"Y-Yes…? Why are you still hard…?"
Ishtar's eyes widened as she struggled to catch her breath. She stared at Lancel's erect penis, which showed no sign of softening. She had thought that once a man ejaculated, his erection would go away, but Lancel remained rock hard.
"W-Was it not… good…?" she asked.
Lancel shook his head slowly, his gaze fixed on her cum-filled pussy.
"No… It was too good," he said. "That's why I'm still this hard."
"Ah…"
