Miku was caught off guard, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt the weight of his release, the sheer volume of it.
She sat on the floor, stunned and immobile, taking all the rain of come upon her full body.
She was covered from head to foot, the smell of his release filling the air, erotic and intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and salt.
It clung to her skin, marking her, claiming her, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.
As the initial shock wore off, Miku began to recover, her mind racing with the implications of what had just happened.
She could feel the come dripping from her hair, her face, her body, the sensation both unfamiliar and strangely arousing.
But her relief was short-lived, for she had another shock waiting for her.
"This can't be," Miku muttered in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mix of awe and disbelief.
She looked down at Ross's cock, expecting to see it softening, spent from its powerful release.
