And he didn’t always say sexy things, like when he announced, “You’ll have to tell me where you got these sheets.” But just the sound of his voice and his command of it had me soaking, coating his dick and dripping onto those sheets he liked so much. And the way he moved his hips. He worked me slow, so slow it was almost agonizing but the way he undulated into my pussy had me trembling and crying out for him not to stop. I never wanted it to end. It felt so deliciously good, exactly like the moment just before orgasm but prolonged to a mind-bending, soul-shattering degree. He was fucking
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i am dry as the Sahara ffs i’m too gay for this shit lmao
