Jeff continued to climax, his throbbing erect rod pressed between Klea's soft, slender thighs while he held her legs up.
Klea, meanwhile, reached another orgasm from the sensation of Jeff's thick, warm release drenching her entire body, along with its strong, intoxicating masculine scent and bittersweet taste as it reached her face and slipped into her open lips.
Her love juice continued to drench the bed as her body trembled, arching in pleasure, her soft, ample breasts bouncing each time she twitched uncontrollably.
After pouring out all his accumulated load, Jeff gently put Klea's legs down and finally admired the almost masterful painting he had made—his release as paint, and her naked, enticing body as the canvas.
"Sorry for making a mess," Jeff said, apologizing, yet feeling proud as he grinned.
Though her mind was still in a daze, seeing Jeff enjoying himself actually delighted Klea, thinking that he was feeling good with her.
