Page 21 of Hard and Unprotected

And her pussy milked me hard, rhythmic contractions pulsing around my pole, squeezing every last drop of seed out.

“Ohhhhh!” came that sweet moan, eyes shut as her body got its first serving of massive male cock. “Ohhh!”

But suddenly her eyes flew open and a different kind of “oh!” came out.

Because we didn’t use protection.

Of course not.

I wasn’t planning on it, and the one-second ejaculation took me by surprise.

The girl struggles beneath me, but it’s futile. She’s skewered on my shaft, insides spread wide and open even as that sweet body pulses some more.

“Oh!” is her panicked cry. “Oh god, Evan!”

Obligingly, I pull out. My cock isn’t finished pumping yet, there’s cum dribbling from my dick, her pussy a mess of white cream and faint streaks of red.

But Maggie leaps into action then. Squatting on top of the bed, knees wide, she pulls her pussy lips open and jiggles her hips furiously. The sight is incredible. A beautiful woman, luscious assets on display, with my cum dripping from that just-fucked hole.

“Come out, come out!” she gasps with panic, boobies flying this way and that as a cream pie oozes nastily from her sweetest spot. “Come out!”

White liquid falls from between her legs in a long, gloopy strand, a wet spot forming on the bedspread.

But it’s futile.

It’s pointless.

Because shit, Maggie can try. Maybe she’ll even succeed in getting some of that sperm to drip. But what the female doesn’t realize is that there’s much more where it came from … and she’s getting it all.

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Maggie

Igroaned and put my head back under the hot shower spray and let it pound into my face, my scalp, and all over my body. The water was almost too hot to handle but I stood underneath and allowed it to hammer my muscles.

Because I needed it.

I needed the trip back to reality.

Oh my god.

Evan Lincoln.

I can’t believe I let a stranger touch me like that. I can’t believe I let a man take my virginity just hours after we met.

Because I let Mr. Lincoln fuck me deep.

Again and again.

Like a creaming slut, crying his name as I shattered on his pole.

God, his dick was so big, and he was so sexy. When he touched me, all I wanted to say to him was yes yes yes. Give it to me. Please. Again.

My face heated as I held my face up under the cascade of water. Thoughts swirled through my mind. The way he touched me, so commanding and masterful. The way he stroked my secret folds, getting them so wet that I dripped all over his hand.

Oh god.

How did that happen?