Caught Red-Handed: Bestie's Bedside Cumshot Aftermath

The scent of her expensive vanilla musk hung heavy in the air, thick enough to taste on my tongue. I was mid-thrust, slick sweat glistening on my chest, my fingers gripping my shaft until the veins stood out like angry blue ropes. Then, the shadow fell—Sarah. My best friend. Her eyes, usually playful, were wide with a mix of shock and pure, hungry lust. The wet slap of my cock hitting my slick pussy (wait, wrong POV, it’s *my* masturbation!) echoed in the sudden silence. She didn't scream; she just let out a low, guttural moan that vibrated right through the mattress. "Jesus Christ," she breathed, leaning down, her breath hot and sweet against my ear. "You filthy animal." Before I could even stammer an apology, her hand clamped around my throbbing cock, dragging it roughly to her lips. "Fuck me harder!" she commanded, pulling back just enough to let me see the greedy glint in her eyes. She took my cock deep, swallowing the thick head, her throat working like a piston. "Take my cock deep!" she whispered, grinding her hips against my thigh. The buildup was too much; a shudder ripped through me, and a hot, thick surge of cum blasted into her waiting mouth. "Cum inside me!" she yelled, pulling me down onto her lap for the final, glorious grind.