Eve stopped twenty feet away from the scene.
There could be no doubt that Bobby had recovered his breath from his previous ordeal.
By time she heard the second scream, her pants were unbuttoned.
My poor, sweet plaything.
Eve smiled to herself.
But, as far as Eve could recall at the present moment, the last time she had measured, the end result had been just shy of about one and a half liters of semen.
She however cautioned them to go easy on Bobby.
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All the while, Eve kept grinding, only stopping once she had mashed out the last ounce of spunk.