In one fluid, desperate motion, Mira reached back, her small hand wrapping around the thick base of my cock still lodged inside her. She hissed through clenched teeth as she slowly—agonizingly—pulled me free.
The drag was torturous: her asshole clung to every veined inch like it didn't want to let go, the puffy, abused rim stretching obscenely one last time before the fat head popped out with a lewd, wet suck.
A thick string of spit, precum, and her own slick connected us for a heartbeat before it snapped. Her hole gaped slightly—pink and glistening, winking in the cool air—before slowly starting to close, the abused ring twitching like it was still feeling me inside.
She turned then, rolling onto her side to face me fully on the narrow bed. Her chest heaved with ragged pants, tits rising and falling under the thin tank top, nipples stabbing against the fabric like bullets.
