Chapter 113 Quin's Legs Shook Violently

• Douglas’s post-orgasmic pulses tickled Quin’s ass and threatened to drown her in her greedy pussy milking right there and then. She didn’t move a muscle, allowing the last spasm of her body to squeeze Douglas’s dick dry.
• His chest heaved with hers. The stream from the showerhead pelted Douglas’s back, drenching his grey t-shirt and making it cling to his skin. He kept himself deep inside her, his heart thumping hard in the tight, wet warmth of her.
• Finally, the shakes that raged through her body subsided and left her limp. Douglas turned his head slightly, pressing his mouth against her delicate earlobe.