“I’m close.” Before I even get the words out, I’m coming in deep, ball-trembling strokes so hard that my knees buckle, and I tip forward. His hands whip up to hold me above him, planted against my sternum as I let out ragged breaths. Before I even get a solid footing, he’s kissing me again. I groan at not just the taste of myself, but the slickness of my cum as it slides into my mouth. Christ. He didn’t swallow all of me yet. It feels so fucking dirty, and it sets me ablaze. He must feel it because he deepens the kiss, and I’m pawing at the bottom hem of his shirt as he rises, backing me
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