Next Run

"Ugh! If you pull it out now—!" I started, but she was too quick.

The second she felt my dick swell, Tessa yanked me out of her with a slick twist. It was a pro move—her little trick to cut off the pleasure right before I could finish, leaving me hanging. Normally, she'd get off on watching a guy squirm, denied and desperate. Not today. Today, she wanted to see it—wanted the cum to fly.

My dick throbbed in the air, free and aching. Tessa winced, her pussy stinging from the sudden emptiness after having me stretch her out. She spun around fast, grabbing my pulsing dick—too thick for one hand—with both, shaking it hard.

"Cum! Cum!" she demanded, eyes locked on it.

"Haaa… Cum quick," she begged, her voice needy.

"Ugh," I groaned, teetering.

Pshhh.

"Kyaa?!" she squealed as it hit. My dick erupted, hot and heavy, shooting cum like a damn cannon. It almost splashed her face, a few stray drops landing on her shoulder instead.