I wasn't sure how much was coming out. Every time it did, my hips pulled back. The pleasure was intense. The cock gripped by Lily was so sensitive it almost hurt. How many times had I released in a single day, anyway? Even though it was my own body, I was worse than a cat in heat.
After being squeezed and squeezed until not even dregs came out,
"It seems this is the end. It's a little small, but there are times like that, aren't there?"
Lily's comment brought it to a close. Over there Michel was still moving. For me today, that was the last shot.
"I'll clean it up,"
Lily said, taking it into her mouth and licking, but it hurt, it hurt~~~! My hips kept pulling back. Yet Lily mercilessly held my waist and took it all the way to the back of her throat. Wasn't this beyond the scope of "cleaning it up"? Was she trying to make it get big again? It's already impossible, I have things I can't do toooo. Ahh, maybe I shouldn't have gotten carried away and released so much with Cass.
