Three Days Since My Last Creampie and I Am Dripping

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's lying there, curvy and tan in her black swimsuit, as he thrusts into her. Her legs are spread wide, sometimes wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. His hands grip her thighs, her hips, her wrists, the way he holds her is making you ache.

Her swimsuit is cut out at the hips, teasing you with glimpses of her skin. He's pressing down on her lower abdomen now, and you can imagine the pressure building inside her. The sound of their bodies moving together is getting louder, more intense. You can feel your own rhythm picking up, your hand moving faster. How long will you last?

He's holding her wrists above her head, his body moving hard against hers. You can see the strain in his arms, the tension in his shoulders. And then he pulls back, revealing the wetness between her legs. The camera zooms in close, showing you every detail. Her labia are parted, her vaginal opening is distended, and then you see it, the white seminal fluid leaking out of her. She's been filled up, and it's all yours to see.