“Or would you rather I fuck myself on you, use your cock and make you come inside me?” “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed. His dick was getting hard again, and I wished I had the same short refractory period he did because I wanted to fuck him again so damn badly. Slower this time. I wanted the only sounds to be him panting and moaning and whining, wanted to make him beg for me to go harder, faster. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you again,” I groaned, burying my face in his neck. His hands drifted across my shoulder blades, fingers trailing down my spine and back up again.
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