Cass's head rocked back and forth — gakun gakun. Had she cum? Was that a good thing? She was still squeezing tightly.
My unruly cock gradually calmed down and began transforming back into a child cock. I carefully rose and pulled my cock out of Cass. From the emptied hole a white, cloudy liquid dripped out — tarari. What an amazing sight! It was understandable that a woman, when shown a photograph of that place on herself, would cry out "Gross!" But once you got used to looking at it, it was grotesque and erotic. Cass, showing the semen flowing from her crotch while kneeling with one knee up, was incredibly erotic. I could go one more time — no, maybe even two more?
Cass raised her head, looked at me, and asked,
"Robby-sama, is that enough now?"
Her hair had come loose and was stuck to her cheek, but she didn't notice as she asked.
"It's fine, but I want to do it one more time. How about it?"
"Eh? One more time? We don't have time, so no more, please."
