Watching him come has my own cock leaking, and I kneel up to free it, stroking myself as I stare at the cum on his stomach—the evidence of how much pleasure I gave him with barely a touch. But it’s when I look up at his eyes and find them on my cock, still hungry and wanting, that I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck,” I growl out, jetting hot streams of cum on his stomach. Mixing his with my own.
