52 Lemony Filler (2/2)

When it is almost time, her body shivers in blissful delight as her juices erupt from deep within, coating my shaft entirely.

After few more deep plunges, I let out a groan as my cock sinks into her wet depth completely.

Our hips press tightly against each other as I spill myself inside of her.

Her legs stiffen and her toes curl when hot steamy baby batter floods her entire inside.

My balls contract, pumping out everything store within. There is absolutely no restrain.

Neither of us worried about the consequences since we both are infertile – for a different reason.

Minutes later, I slowly pull back, letting my semi-cock retreats halfway before ramming it back inside, causing the cum to slosh around. Some spills out of the edge, staining the white sheeting.

I repeat the motion until my cock regains its full hardness, all while looking into her eyes and capturing her sweet lips repeatedly.

Sandra gasps and grips my back tightly while I resume fucking her without reservation.

After another steamy load inside her overflowing cunt, I straddle her chest and pump my cock through her soft valley. Our combined juices provide me with lubricant.

Sandra presses her breasts together, sandwiching my cock. She also licks the mushroom top whenever it manages to escape to the other side of the valley.

Throughout the whole time, her eyes never break contact with mine.

”Don't look at me like that, Sandra. Oh God. I think I'm going to blow.”

I hastily pull my cock from her breasts and press it against her lips. She allows it inside her mouth just as the first shot jets forth. It splashes against the ceiling of her mouth, coating her tongue afterwards.

Dozens more shots follows, filling her mouth.

Sandra swallows everything I give her and sucks my cock clean.

After the third time, I have thought my cock is satisfied. I didn't expect to be leaning back against the bedhead as one of the beautiful women in all of Hollywood gives me a nice blowjob and deep throat.

My enjoyment expresses itself with another load in her throat, streaming into her stomach.

A little time reversal refill my balls and let me go again.

This time, I take the initiative and proceed to fuck her face rather violently. She has difficulty breathing at first, but her experience in another world helps her out.

Sandra swallows my cock all the way to base when I erupted. Every bit of my cum went straight down her throat and into her stomach.

I stop cheating about the seventh time around.

By then, Sandra is somewhat unconscious, cradling my body while my cum is spilling out of her pussy and lips.

My hand strokes her head as a smile forms on my lips. There is nothing on my mind while I watch Sandra entering a deep sleep.

I hope she is dreaming instead of remembering the nightmare.

Sandra wakes up after about 15 minutes later, looking around and searching for me.

”It's fine, Sandra. I am here. I haven't left. I will stay here until you wake up in the morning. I promise.”

I assure and allow her to rest upon my chest. She whispers something inaudibly before falling asleep once more. This time, Sandra did not wake up until morning.

When Sandra wakes up, the first thing she did is looking around the room, seeming not recalling what had just happened.

”Did you sleep well, Sandra?”

I ask.

Sandra responses by immediately covers herself with the blanket when she notices that she is naked.

”Mr. Maxwell. I... I...”

Sandra utters.

I place my hand upon her lips to stop her stuttering.

”You don't need to call me that. Call me Max instead, Sandra. Didn't we agree about this just before we have so much fun last night?”

Her face flushes with red as she recalls what had happened.

Sandra really loses herself last night on account of what had happened to her.

She is unwilling to let go of those awful experiences as it would change who she is right now. However, she could replace them with happier memory.

I am happy to help her in her endeavour.

”Shall we go out for breakfast or have breakfast in bed? I'm up for another round if you are?”

I offer.

”Don't you mean several rounds, Max?”

Sandra beams at me. She is cute when she is like that.

”Sure, if you are up to it.”

I responses and drawls her closer for a kiss. The blanket falls away and we didn't left the room until late in afternoon.

Sandra Bullock and I have lunch together instead.