Her messy bun bobbed up and down and started to come loose, so I fisted a hand in her hair and held it back. She moaned at the gesture, the vibration of her noises and her tongue tightening my groin. This was about to be over. “You like rough,” I noticed. “You like when I hold your throat down on my cock.” She nodded as her hand stroked all the way down to my base and held there, lips following. I lifted my fist and bit down on the knuckle. Then she choked. “The whole thing, huh?” I could hardly breathe, let alone focus on the exit I was supposed to be taking as I turned off the highway.
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