As the head of my cock emerged from her hands, I saw – briefly – the innocent girl I’d known for nineteen years; the purveyor of handmade birthday cards and endless questions, for the final time. She disappeared in a spray of cum, covering her chest and neck as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had shot through me.
Holly flinched in surprise at the velocity, laughing, and let my twitching cock spring out of her hands, slapping against her chin. I grabbed it with my free hand and closed my eyes as I felt myself empty completely.
“Are you finished?” Holly asked. I sat back and opened my eyes.
It was quite a sight – her chin coated with so much cum it was already dribbling down her cheeks and over the corner of her mouth.
“Sorry,” I said, unconvincingly. “That was incredible.”
She sat up and wiped the worst of it away with her hands.
“Is that better?” She asked.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
I reached over to the table and picked up my phone, then flicked the camera on. I paused for a moment to take in the image on the screen. Cute little Holly, naked, with cum smeared across her face, neck, and breasts.
I took the photo. Our latest memory.
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