"F-Fuck, you're going to milk me, Satlyn..~ I-I'm getting close..~!" He cried. She knew already, with the way he throbbed and pulsed, his juices dripping heavily from his tips.
He released her hair and gripped the sheets, ripping the fabric lightly as he emptied his twin, massive loads, one making a mess of her hand and face, the other filling her mouth.