I buried myself to the hilt and let go. My cock pulsed once, twice, then erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her, filling her up until I could feel it leaking out around my shaft with every jerk of my hips. I stayed deep, grinding slow circles, one hand still kneading her breast, thumb flicking her nipple in time with every fresh spurt.
We stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. My other hand slid down to cup her ass, holding her exactly where I wanted her while the last tremors rolled through us both.
Slowly the haze faded. I eased back just enough to watch my cum start to drip from her swollen, flushed pussy, sliding in a slow, obscene trail over her asshole and onto the polished wood beneath her.
Nala laughed, breathless and dazed, and reached up to drag me down into a lazy, filthy kiss. Our tongues tangled, tasting each other, tasting sex.
