Mike looked down at her crumpled form on the floor, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face. He wasn't done.
He wasn't going to let her drift into the sweet, dark oblivion of sleep just yet. He reached down, his massive hands hooking under her armpits, and hauled her limp, sweaty body back up onto the bed like she weighed nothing whatsoever.
Petricia's eyes fluttered, her consciousness swimming in a sea of exhaustion. She was drifting, her mind trying to retreat into a peaceful slumber, but Mike's voice, low and commanding, snapped her back to the harsh reality of her lust.
"Don't you dare pass out on me, Petricia!" he growled, his voice vibrating through the mattress. "We aren't finished!"
"You haven't felt the best part yet, and I still have a massive load of cum waiting to be dumped inside you, and you're going to stay awake to feel every single drop of it!"
"Wait... let me rest a bit..."
