The white liquid landed on the grass.
The bursts came with every twitch of the cock, wrapped in warm skin, bathed in saliva and sweat — all of it soaked in affection.
Fortunately, Nathan hadn't activated [Semenflora]— had he done so, the wild grass would've grown rapidly, like crime rates during a sudden spike in food and clothing prices.
He exhaled. Slowly, the fingers on his right hand released Domina's caramel tit. His left hand let go of her shoulder.
He stepped back, withdrawing his private blade from the grip of Caramel Mommy's armpit.
Plup…
His cock pulled away slowly, a sticky trail— a mix of saliva and sweat— dangling from the underside of the shaft, stretching from just below the glans to the tip itself.
Domina turned around.
"How was it? You're not suffering anymore, right?"
She stood slowly, her sweaty caramel breasts reflecting sunlight, and she walked toward Nathan— until his line of sight was perfectly aligned with the center of her chest.
Nathan nodded.
