"You squirted for me, you took my cock to the hilt, you screamed my name while I filled you up until you were overflowing… and now you get to stare at how completely owned you are. Look at that puddle, Madeline. That's the proof. That's how much I own this cunt."
Madeline's breath hitched hard in her throat, a fresh wave of pure, burning embarrassment flooding her flushed cheeks as the mirror showed her everything—the way her pussy was still twitching and leaking thick, creamy pulses of my cum in long, obscene ropes, the floor now a shiny, glistening white lake beneath her feet, her own squirt trails mixing in like some filthy porn set.
That pathetic puddle was growing bigger with every slow drip, the proof of how completely I owned her cunt staring back at her in full, humiliating glory.
