The 2nd Filling Of Lilly

Lilly’s last name makes sense—she sure can get me going. Last time she swung by I pounded her silly, pumped her full, and watched everything leak right back out. A week later and I still can’t stop thinking about the mess we made, so I texted her for round two. She showed up grinning and naked under her coat before I could even shut the door. I had her bent over the kitchen table five seconds later, gripping those hips while I drove into her again and again. Every time I bottomed out she pushed back, panting my name like she needed another load sooner rather than later. When I felt her clench around me I let loose, thick and hot, filling her up until she overflowed and the slick ran down her thighs in glossy streaks. She wiggled her ass, making me stay inside her for a second longer, and we both laughed, knowing it wouldn’t be long before we went at it again.