that I feel him gripping his cock through me. I can’t even feel his climax, but the powerful sneer on his face makes him look like some sort of god in this moment. He slowly withdraws and lets up at the same time as I choke on his seed and rasp in as big of a breath as I can, the taste of myself and him potent on my tongue. He brushes his fingers through my knotted, sweaty hair, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re so beautiful when you cry. I see my cum on your lips, fucking gorgeous slut,” he hisses with a rueful grin. A pathetic laugh tries to escape my throat, one of sheer ecstasy. But
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