With a deep, guttural groan, Julian finally exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering filthily across Olivia's hands, wrists, and the tops of her breasts. Some even landed on her chin and lower lip.
Olivia's hands continued to milk him gently through every powerful spasm, squeezing and stroking until the final weak pulse faded and his massive shaft began to soften slightly in her grip.
Her eyes were locked onto the obscene mess that now covered her hands. The masculine, musky scent of his release was far more intense and intoxicating than anything she had ever imagined. It filled her nostrils with every shaky breath, making everything even more real.
But for a brief second, a pure disgust washed over her.
What kind of mother lets her son cum all over her hands? What kind of woman sits there on her knees, still holding his spent cock while his seed drips from her skin?
