The room fills with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, the woman's hand a blur as she works her lover's cock. Her stomach is a canvas, the thick, white liquid painting her skin, dripping down her sides. She arches her back, pressing her belly against his length, her hand working faster, more urgently. With a guttural moan, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto her stomach, mixing with the slick pre-cum, her belly now a sticky, creamy mess. She smiles, her hand still working him, milking every last drop onto her skin.