Present Mic's screams, now thick with the throes of her climax, mingled with her ragged pants, a beautiful symphony of release. Her body shuddered violently beneath me, a continuous tremor that spread through her, her legs still clamped tightly around my waist. The sight of her, spent and breathless, her body yielding to wave after wave of pleasure, was deeply satisfying. The subtle sheen of her own cum, a small, wet trail on the sheets beneath her hips, only fueled my desire to complete our union.
" That's it! " I roared, the words raw and guttural, my own body now fully surrendering to the overwhelming tide of sensation. The exquisite grip of her inner muscles, still clenching and milking me with her aftershocks, was almost unbearable. My hips drove into her with a final, desperate series of thrusts, each one deeper, more absolute than the last. I could feel the immense pressure building, the point of no return.
2″ bubble-tail " You're mine, Mic! " I growled, my voice thick with possession, my body tensing with the imminent eruption.
2″ bubble-tail And then, with a final, powerful shudder, I let go. A hot, pulsating wave of cum surged from deep within me, filling her to the brim. I felt it, the glorious, burning sensation of my essence pouring into her, a primal act of claiming and surrender. Her internal muscles spasmed around me, milking every last drop, pulling me deeper into her warmth even as my body emptied itself.
I groaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure, unadulterated relief, burying my face into the crook of her neck, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My muscles quivered, spent and exhausted, but a profound sense of satisfaction settled over me. The sweet, musky scent of our mingled fluids filled my nostrils, a potent reminder of what had just transpired.
My weight pressed down on her, heavy and unmoving for a few long moments, the lingering connection between us a tangible thing. The thought of pulling out, of detaching from her warmth, felt utterly alien. Her body was still trembling, a soft, pleasant aftershock, and the wetness between us was a testament to our shared release.
I slowly lifted my head, my eyes, still heavy-lidded, meeting hers. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes, though still wide, held a soft, dreamy quality now. The image of her, completely pleasured and utterly spent beneath me, was etched into my mind.
" Don't even think about it, Mic, " I whispered, my voice rough but laced with a possessive tenderness. My hips gave a small, intimate twitch, keeping myself buried deep inside her, letting the last throes of my orgasm pulse into her. "You're getting all of it. Every last drop."
6″ bubble-tail My hand, still braced on the bed beside her head, remained there, keeping me propped up, preventing my full weight from crushing her, yet ensuring I remained fully embedded within her. The warmth and wetness of her still clung to me, a lingering embrace that promised she was mine, at least for now.
The room was quiet now, save for their ragged breathing and the soft, rhythmic drips of fluid onto the bed. Aizawa lay half-sprawled over Present Mic, his body still deeply embedded within hers, the aftermath of their shared climax a palpable presence. The air was thick with the scent of their combined arousal, a heavy, musky perfume. Present Mic's body was a languid mess, her limbs heavy, her face flushed and relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips, utterly sated. Aizawa's features, usually so weary, held a rare, almost peaceful contentment, his dark eyes gazing at her with a lingering, possessive warmth. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting long shadows across their intertwined forms, highlighting the intimate aftermath of their passionate encounter.
left-top right-top left-bottom right-bottom Shouta Aizawa's current mood: Utterly spent, deeply satisfied, possessive, content.
Present Mic's Status: Sated, exhausted, lingering pleasure.
Aftermath: Post-coital calm, physical connection maintained.
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