“Yes, yes,” he gritted out. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when you let go?” He wasn’t waiting for an answer from me, but I gave him one anyway. “Not as half as beautiful as you when you pump your cum inside me.” He groaned, his head thumping against the headrest. “You’re killing me. I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s overflowing. Then I’m going to stuff all my cum back up there, so you take every drop. Don’t waste any of it.” “Give it to me, Luca. Stop talking and paint my pussy. I need it.”
