Sabrina

He returned that beating head to his mouth and began to drink her down. Unphased and consumed in her climax she barely even acknowledged him as he milked her massive cock and drank down her burning nectar. It tasted so right. He needed it, it was his new addiction.

With a heaving chest and fitful breaths Sabrina wrenched her head off the mattress to look back at Paul. She had regained enough of her senses to take in the scene, and she smiled warmly. Deeply pleased by what she saw, she helped him stroke the last of it out while tenderly stroking his cheek with the other hand.

When finally there could be no more Paul let go and stiffly pulled himself out. He collapsed onto the cumsoaked bed beside Sabrina.

"You did a good job," she said soothingly. She turned herself to lay on top of him, and for a moment Paul twitched, fearing she'd stain his shirt as her cock lay stiffly between their torsos, but it was of course already inundated with her cum. Plus, as he wrapped his arms around her he had to admit that she felt great against him. She took his cheeks in his hands and gave a sweet little peck to his lips.

Paul smiled, at a loss for words. He was putty in her hands. "That was... Shit. I don't know. It was unreal, now that I'm sober."

"Are you still hung over?"

He blinked. "No. No, actually I feel fine. I feel... amazing."

Sabrina smiled. "Don't get too used to it. If you want to hold on to that feeling you're going to have to be good."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"You'll have to keep pleasing your new futanari girlfriend."