I kept riding even after cumming all over his cock.

I kept riding even after cumming all over his cock, and honestly, that reverse cowgirl cum moment was something I didn’t plan but couldn’t stop. We’d been going at it for a while, me on top facing away, his hands gripping my hips as I moved slow then faster, the kind of rhythm that builds until you’re barely thinking straight. When I finally came, it hit hard and messy, dripping down onto him, and I just froze for a second, breathing heavy, legs shaking. But something in me didn’t want to stop, so I kept going, even as my thighs burned and everything felt slick and warm between us. He groaned, surprised, and I remember grinning to myself because it felt powerful and kind of reckless. Every glide was softer but more intense, the wetness making it almost too much, and I could feel him twitching underneath me. I didn’t care about finishing again, I just wanted that closeness, that raw messy high, until we both collapsed laughing and spent. It was one of those nights you replay in your head later, half embarrassed, half turned on, and you can’t help but smile.