Thick spurts of white cum flooded deep inside Rosalia, filling her with everything he had held back for so long.
Rosalia's thighs trembled violently; it looked as if an electric wire was connected to her, forcing her muscles to contract in endless waves. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his cock with raw need, milking out the last single drop as if terrified any might escape. The intensity made her head spin. She dug her nails into his back even tighter, clinging on as if for dear life.
Heavy breaths filled the room as they stayed locked together. His dick was still buried inside her, slowly softening.
Neither spoke; their faces were exhausted, yet burning with lingering lust.
Max finally broke the silence. He pushed himself up as her hands reluctantly released their tight grip on him. His cock slipped out of her with a wet, slick sound.
