“Yours,” she says, her voice hoarse. “We’ll come together,” I say, the words escaping my throat in a growl. She writhes against my chest, and her inner muscles tighten around my cock and the dildo. Her orgasm is so close I can almost taste the change in the air. It reminds me of how the atmosphere shifts at the onset of a thunderstorm, only far sweeter. “Good girl. Squeezing me so tight,” I say through clenched teeth, clinging onto the frayed edges of my control. I’m determined not to come first. Twisting the dildo, I rub the silicone Jacob’s Ladder against her g-spot, making her gasp and
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