Her words alone would have been enough, but then he felt her cumming on his cock. Whatever desire he might have had to make this moment last, his balls had other ideas, as he felt his bullocks emptying themselves into her narrow tunnel even as her snatch was still spasming on his throbbing rod. He growled loudly as squirt after squirt of his goo was shot deep up her pussy. He held her tight against him, her body pressed in between the wall and his torso, long after he had squeezed the last drop out of his cock. Eventually he reluctantly let his rod slip out of her damp hole, but still his embrace lingered. He kissed her hungrily on the mouth, moaning through their liplock. He pressed his forehead into hers as he stood panting in front of her.<strong>"Oh sweetie... so good... that was so good..."</strong>He said truthfully. There was something special about this girl, and she had stirred something inside of him that he thought was no longer there.<br/><br/>Eventually his grasp on her thighs slipped and he gently put her back down on the cool floor of the storage cell. Still his arms rested on her back, keeping her safe in his embrace, never wanting to let go again. He pressed a series of kisses onto her sweaty chest, drawing in the air as he inhaled her sweet, musky aroma. She smelled of sex and pure passion, and he wished he could savor her scent for all eternity. Instead the sounds of the working prisoners and the guards barking orders in the nearby morgue brought him back to reality. They had probably spent far too much time in the small storage cell already. He could not afford to keep Kira away from the rest of the prisoners for much longer. He reluctantly let go of her, not before kissing her once last time though. When he broke off that kiss, he told her.<strong>"You should get dressed again baby. If we stay here much longer, someone is bound to come look for us."</strong>After that, he quickly started gathering his own clothes and putting them back on.