Preston adjusts his hold on me, his arm now vertical on my breast bone and his hand around my throat. My orgasm hits so hard I’m taken off guard by it. A loud, drawn-out moan escapes my throat and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I explode between us, my cum dripping down his hand, and onto both of our shirts. My hands fall to my sides, limp and useless, while my head falls to his shoulder as my brain tries to reconnect to the world. “Jesus…fuck,” I mutter, lifting my head from his shoulder to look up at him. He’s got about three inches on me and he uses every centimeter to his
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