With some effort, Anon managed to escape her cunt’s clutches, stumbling backwards as he worked to regain his composure and stamina both. Panting heavily, he sat back on the couch, wiping the sweat off his brow as he eyed his work. A noticeable volume of sweat ran down Minuette’s flanks as cum drooled out of her pussy and onto the table below. A noticeable puddle of her lust seeped onto her thighs and stained the carpet below, whilst her pussy continued to wink in a manner that tried to demonstrate its defeat. Knowing his cum was flowing out of her reminded Anon of a crucial detail, ushering him to rise from his seated position.