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He fucked me from behind with the sort of vigor I’ve come to adore extravagantly, screamingly, completely.

I came and came and came (as I do), while he soldiered on behind me.

He cannot come wearing a condom, and yet for me he wears a condom without a single hint of argument. I so appreciate that.

When I’d had my fill, I helped him off with the rubber and flung it aside. “Do you want this meat in your mouth?” he asked, slowly stroking it in front of my face.

I declined his offer, my lips but an inch from his purple cockhead.

“Take it!” he demanded angrily, although there was no doubt in my mind that his anger was only in play. I declined again, sealing my lips tight and shaking my head back and forth.

He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer. I let him slide over my lips, then my tongue, then he pushed my open mouth so far down over him that I gagged a bit.

He likes to hear the gag.

In an instant we managed to switch positions; he sat on the bed and I knelt on the floor in front of him. He masturbates in a way I’ve never seen before in life or on film. He squeezes slowly up from his pubic bone to just under his cockhead, trapping the blood and forcing it upwards. It astounds me how much bigger the part above his fist gets when he’s doing this. It astounds my eyes and it astounds my mouth; I participate by taking his rock-like flesh into my hot wet mouth and licking, sucking, biting.

“You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you?” I mumbled and nodded yes, lips still on his head. “You’re going to drink all my come, aren’t you, you nasty little slut?”

Again I agreed, although we both knew we’d perform no such act that night. I could agree so easily because I knew he’d not violate my trust.

He announced the impending eruption in time for me to sit back on my heels and give him my tits. Come bubbled out of him, drenching my neck, dripping down between my breasts, smearing over my nipples as he rubbed the final drops over my chest.

I never stopped looking at him as he came. “Did you like that, dirty girl?” he finally was able to ask.

Yes. Yes, I definitely liked that.

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