Sai Op (Patreon)

Sai moves into her final position. Her stop is just a couple minutes away. She needs to finish up. She needs to finish off. That quick gulp of futacum she had earlier was just a cotton-candy flavored appetizer. She's always vastly more copious the second time around. She wants to see if she can keep it all down this time. The flow is usually far faster than the rate she can gulp down and she has to finish off outside of herself with her hands, (and sometimes her feet on her more k1nky, passionate and flexible days).

      Sai manages to get her feet all the way behind her head and she's tantalized by the reflection of her soles off the mirrored surfaces above. She's already past the point of no return. Rather than prolong the inevitable at this point, she bobs her head furiously against her futacock while gripping shaft and balz with elegant soft hands, the drool and precome serving to lubricate the glide of skin against skin.

      Finally, Sai can feel every nerve in her body burst with pleasure as she erupts like a geyser into her mouth. We can already see her cheeks billowing, attempting to contain the fusion reaction coming from her rod. It's no use. There's going to be a containment leak. This one's gonna be a gusher!!!!!