Page 57 of Hero Hair

The funny thing is I have no control right now.

A few more pumps and my balls are tight and I’m tingling with the coming blast of pleasure. I lean back on my knees, tear off the condom, and stroke until hot bursts are flowing onto Teala’s tits. My face is turned to the ceiling to hide the twisted look of pure desire. My body juts a final time, and with a sigh I look down at the beautiful mess I created.

“My God, I didn’t think it would ever end,” Teala says, a laugh in her voice.

I sink back on my knees, totally spent. “I didn’t either.”

She sits up. Her tits don’t budge at the movement, but my come does.

“Shower?” I ask.

Bringing up her hands, she cups underneath the dripping mess and makes a joke about how she just got one. She rubs the come into her chest and explains it won’t drip that way. I raise my brow, impressed with her cunning. I’m light-headed when I stand from the bed and make my way to the shower. I turn it on so the water can warm and look over my shoulder when I hear her approaching. She’s coated with me, walking in my room, stepping into my shower, with me.

I smile.

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