The load, thick and hot, erupted inside her. The cum, flooding her canal, filled her. The walls, the ridged walls, clamped. The 'she-is-milking-every-drop' clamping that was also the 'I-am-taking-your-seed' acceptance. His body, which had been thrusting, went rigid. The groan, low and guttural, was the 'I-am-cumming' groan that was also the 'what-the-hell' realization.
"What the hell?" he gasped.
The 'I-came-again' realization that was also the 'she-made-me-cum-fast-again' question. The stamina, the supernatural stamina, was failing him. This woman, this mermaid, was doing something to him that no other woman had done.
She smiled. The 'I-know' smile that was also the 'I-told-you' expression. "Have a lost?" she said. The question, which was deliberately provocative, was the 'did-you-just-lose' challenge that was also the 'I-am-better-than-you' tease.
