The Storm (II)
There was an explosion a few blocks to the west of the building, a gigantic blast that shook the windows and the walls of the tenement building, and snapped him from his reminiscing. The brunette didn’t stop stroking his cock; indeed, she tightened her grip and began jerking him with even more intensity and focus. He could feel his balls swell up and the cum surge through his shaft. She aimed his cock so it was shooting straight up and the white goo exploded into an arc, perhaps a foot and half into the air before falling down, onto her long-nailed hands and his still-hard shaft. Johannah watched the whole thing, three fingers working her cunt, her other hand rubbing her clit in tight little circles. She moaned loudly, almost screaming, as her orgasm rocked …