Would you stop at the first load or make my pussy full???

You find yourself fixated on that pussy, wet and waiting, daring you to make a decision you already know the answer to.

You feel the pull of it deep in your gut, that specific hunger that makes stopping feel like a punishment you never deserved.

You know one round would leave you hollow, counting ceiling tiles and regretting every restrained impulse — so you don't stop, you fill every inch until there's nothing left to question, nothing left to prove, just the thick, satisfying weight of having taken exactly what you came for.