⁎𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔙𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥⁎

TᕼIᖇTY : GIᖇᒪ I ᗯᗩᑎT YOᑌ ᒪIKE YOᑌ ᗯᗩᑎT ᗰE TOO

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She undid my belt, my pants, and my boxers, revealing my hard cock to her. Her eyes widened and she smiled, reaching out to touch it, to feel its weight in her hand. "You're so big," she whispered, and then lowered her head, taking me into her mouth. I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair, feeling her warm, wet mouth around me.

I lay on the bed, watching her as she bobbed up and down, taking more of me with each stroke. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked harder. I felt like I was losing control, the pleasure coursing through my veins like a drug.

"God, I love your cock." She moaned, and then leaned forward, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. My hips jerked involuntarily, and she smiled up at me, taking more of me into her mouth. Her fingers danced across my thighs, teasing me, making me ache for her touch.

I reached down, cupping her breast through her shirt, massaging her nipple. She arched into my hand, and her mouth tightened around me, taking me deeper. I could feel her wetness against my skin, her need for me, and it drove me wild.

"Damn those are your words," I growled, my hips bucking against her face as she sucked me deeper. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much." I arched my back, my hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as she took me all the way down her throat. I felt her tongue swirl around the base of my cock, and her grip tightened, her throat working as she throat fucked me. It was the hottest thing I'd ever felt, knowing that this was the last time I'd feel her mouth on me, her body wrapped around mine.

She pulled back, her eyes searching mine, and then reached down to guide my cock to her entrance. With a single, fluid motion, she impaled herself on my hardness, her breath hitching in her throat. I groaned, feeling her tightness squeeze me, her wetness enveloping me completely. She started to move, her hips undulating in a sensual rhythm, her breasts slapping against my chest.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hips moving in time with hers as I buried myself deeper inside her. Her skin was hot and smooth against my fingers as I reached down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer. The sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of desire and need. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she leaned forward, her hands on the bed beside me, and her hips began to rock faster, her movements becoming more urgent.

I felt the familiar tightening in my groin, the building pressure that signaled my impending release. I looked down at her, at the way her features were twisted in pleasure, at the way her breasts were heaving with each ragged breath, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust into her one final time, feeling her walls clench around me as she came, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched her back off the bed.

Her body shuddered under mine as she cried out, her voice raw and broken. I could feel my own orgasm building, unstoppable and intense. I let go, letting her feel every last pulse of my release, my hips bucking against her as I emptied myself into her.

She collapsed beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath. I moved to pull out, knowing this was it, but she wrapped her legs around me, holding me close.

"Don't you dare," she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I'm not done with you yet." And she wasn't. She rolled us over, pinning me beneath her, her body pressing into mine. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me hungrily, her tongue dancing with mine as she moved against me, her hips rocking in a steady rhythm.

Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in hot little puffs against my neck. I felt the weight of her breasts pressing into my chest, and the softness of her stomach against my hardening cock. She was so fucking sexy, and I couldn't get enough of her.