Julian felt the heat building in her as her walls tightened around him. He knew she was close, and he felt his own orgasm approaching.
Isabel's eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure built up inside her like a storm, threatening to break free. "Julian, I am close," she whispered.
Julian's nodded as his rhythm grew erratic. His breath was hot against her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear. "Go on, cum for me," he said with a grin.
And just like that, she did—a scream ripped from her throat as the waves of her climax washed over her.
Julian felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting as she came. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out his cock and shot the ropes of cum onto her stomach, painting her with his essence.
Isabel's breaths came in shallow pants as she looked down at the mess he had made on her body. Julian smirked as he reached down and began to spread his cum across her skin, mixing it with her juices until it was a slick, sticky mess.
