Latte’s eyes had gone wide from the kiss, but even wider as she felt the first ropes of his cum paint her insides. The feeling of his molten essence pushed her to the brink, as her own climax hit her with cataclysmic force. Her body spasmed, her pussy gushed her lust out, and she screamed with pleasure-driven insanity into Anon’s lips. Had he not been holding her, she’d have been a twitching mess on the counter, but all she could do is remain in his grasp as she felt it happen.