Spring Work: Aftermath

She was getting greedy.

Yet as seed fountained between her breasts, shooting in wide arcs, she found her tongue trailing out, attempting to catch and salvage what could be. Her right eye fluttered shut as one of the jets splashed uncomfortably close, just in time for the second to bounce against her eyelid, the salty fluid briefly pausing owing to its incredibly thick viscosity before, slowly, beginning to trickle down her face.

"Such a pretty one, she is."

She'd gathered over the years that she was, at least to some people, considered attractive, and the men she'd met this weekend had done nothing but confirm that suspicion. Her large breasts, usually something she cursed for being in the way of more acrobatic maneuvers, had served here as another means of pleasing her visitors, with more than a few very eager to thrust their thick logs in the soft valley of her bosom. Her thick thighs and ample bottom, which often served as obstacles to getting through smaller windows and other cramped interiors, had in this event received nothing but praise, regularly and fervently, their hands caressing her with a reverence she hadn't known she could engender.

"Thank you, sir." She whimpered, or at least tried to as well as she could, given how her tongue was well outside her mouth and utterly caked in seed. Unflattering sloshes and splashes reached her ears from behind, seed making her buttocks stick together only to part from the efforts of her other lover, over and over, as more still spilled from the confines of her tight nethers. He was growing close, something she'd learned to discern quickly over the course of the last few days, with his pole growing harder inside of her, pleasure shooting up her spine as he swelled further each time his rough sack slapped against the back of her thighs. She whimpered, her delicate fingers deftly milking the last drops from her other lovers, seed spilling over her massive breasts in torrents as she felt herself grow closer as well.

He slammed inside once again, shooting deep and hard inside her, and Yor simply let the waves of her climax roll over her - after all, it would be terribly rude not to show her appreciation.

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Aftermath wallpaper for the latest Yor animation loop! Had to hook up my computer to my phone as a hotspot as my Internet is down for some darn reason, but we got the update up in time none the less! Hope you enjoy it folks, and thank you, and particularly you folks, so much, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. The outpouring of support I've received since the open letter has been genuinely touching and I will endeavor to make it up to all of you, in whatever way I can. Hope you're doing well out there in this crazy world, and be on the lookout for the next poll, landing the 5:th this week, so Thursday!

Take care of yourselves out there, as well as each other!
/DH