...and then she turns over, legs still wide, and lets it drip onto the couch cushions while gasping for air. Stockings ripped halfway up her thighs from where he yanked them down earlier. The final load lands right between her tits before she collapses back against the pillows, fingers twitching like she’s still riding something. That’s how they end every time—messy, sloppy, no second chances.
