Charlotte squirted again. A stream of clear fluid shot from her pussy, splashing across my stomach, my chest, even my chin. Her body tensed violently, her back arching, and deep in her ass, those walls clamped down wildly, milking my shaft.
The sensation was absolutely unbearable.
Especially with my cum already flooding her ass—now acting as natural lubricant that made my movements even slicker. Each thrust felt like gliding over warm, wet silk. Perfect friction. Just the right pressure.
"Incredible, Nurse Charlie," I groaned, pumping without pause. "Your asshole is like heaven now. Slick, warm, and always squeezing me."
Charlotte couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open, but only sighs and moans escaped. Her eyes were half-closed, tears and fluids mixing on her face.
I kept pumping faster. Harder. Each thrust made her body jolt, her breasts sway wildly, her damp stockings glistening in the dim light.
And I reached my peak again.
