Beneath her, her anatomy remained a scene of chaotic abundance. Even in her stillness, her pussy wept; the sheer volume of Mike's climax was too great to contain.
The thick, pearlescent ropes of semen spilled continuously from her overworked opening, flowing in steady streams down her inner thighs and pooling in the divots of the bed, a testament to the incredible amount of seed he had pumped into her.
Mike, however, was far from finished. He stood over her, his chest heaving, looking down at the wreck he had made with a look of supreme, predatory satisfaction.
Despite the massive expenditure, his cock remained formidable, a towering, furious pillar of meat that stayed impressively turgid, still glistening with her juices and his own retreating cream.
Instead of resting, Mike reached down and delivered a stinging, authoritative SLAP to her reddened buttock.
"Wake up, you lazy slut!" he barked, his voice booming in the quiet room.
