After a few seconds, Freya's body finally stopped trembling. Her legs were still locked tight around my waist, heels digging hard into my lower back, and her pussy was still fluttering and squeezing around me like it never wanted to let go.
The room smelled thick with her juices, and the wet sounds of her last orgasm echoed in the air.
I started to pull back slowly, wanting to give her that deep, hard shot I had been teasing her with for so long. My cock was still buried to the hilt inside her burning womb, throbbing heavily against her cervix.
But just as the head started to slide out, Freya's voice came out low, shaky, and dangerously firm.
"Don't you dare move… Jack."
My cock throbbed even harder inside her tight little womb the second she said it, the thick vein pulsing visibly against her swollen pussy lips.
The sudden clench around me made Freya's eyes flutter, and her breath catch.
