No way I'd let you pull out until you cum twice?

You find yourself staring at a pussy that makes pulling out feel like the worst idea you've ever had. You feel that grip tighten around you the moment you think about leaving, muscles pulling you back in with a demand you can't argue with.

You lose count of how many times you've tried to pace yourself, but your body has already surrendered to the second round before the first one finishes. You feel every nerve ending screaming to stay buried deep.

You understand now why walking away was never an option — you were always going to finish exactly where you started.