Jess (name changed on request) Wanted to Run Out Of Cum Part 2

No, not done. She has almost passed out. I flipped her over. She is like a heavy blanket now. Limp, motionless, just moaning non stop. Covered in sweat, her squirt and her cum. I spread her legs open again, no resistance.

her swollen clit back in my mouth. Her whole body jerked as if she got electric shock.

I suckled and licked her clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of her juices. Her body trembled beneath me, her moans growing more frantic with each passing moment. She arched her back, her hips thrashing against my face as she begged for more.

"Please, more," she whined, her voice barely a whisper. "I need more. Please."

Her pleading words only fueled my desire to continue, and I pressed my mouth against her clit once more, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. The fire of lust in her eyes was now replaced with a pleading need for release.

"Please, oh god, please," she moaned, her voice breaking with desperation. "I can't take it anymore."

I could feel her walls tightening around me, her body shaking violently as she desperately tried to reach another orgasm. Convulsing uncontrollably.

I continued my assault on her sensitive clit, refusing to let her go until I had taken her to the edge and beyond. Her cries getting louder. Mix of pain and pleasure. Pain from the sensitive clit get mercilessly sucked and pleasure from all the sucking and licking.

Finally, she reached her breaking point, her body arching up off the bed as she screamed out her release. Her muscles clenched around my face, her hips bucking wildly as she convulsed in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

As I released her, she collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and limp. Her face was flushed and her eyes rolling back into her head. I could see the sheer relief and exhaustion in her features.

But I knew that she was mine, body and soul. I had claimed her, and she would never be the same. I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, the sound of her heavy breathing echoing in my ears.

I returned with a towel, wiping the sweat and stickiness from her body. Her skin was sensitive and red, a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced.

I stood over her, staring down at her. She weakly reached out and held my hand, weakly tried to pull me to the bed. I obelized and wrapped my hands around her, cuddled her. She buried her face into my chest and fell asleep instantly. She is owned and done for now