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"Please," I gasped.
"What do you want?" Timothée cooed in my ear.
"C-cock," I moaned. I was twitching. I knew better than to pull away completely, but I was so desperately overstimulated.
"Even still? You still want my cock after how many times you've come?" He asked tauntingly. He pinched my clit between two agile fingers.
"Timothée," I squealed. Sweat dripped down my temples. My hips jerked forward. My legs were jelly and pussy was sopping.
I'd come to him, saying that I'd made a mistake when I'd broken things off with him. He had smirked. He kissed me and teased until I was a puddle of need.
He'd made me beg for his cock. My knees were bruised from crawling around. I'd pawed at his crotch where his pants were tented. He laughed at my desperation.
He'd given me some pleasure eventually. He'd made me strip down naked and take his long fingers doing wonderfully dirty things to me. I was on orgasm four and I could barely form coherent thoughts.
"Mmmm," he groaned as he kissed down my neck. His rock hard dick was rubbing against my ass.
"You're just such a cock slut you still want to be stuffed full. You still want me to use you even though you're a squirming mess. I think you could barely take my dick right now without crying from overstimulation, and yet you still request it."
"You were never this mean," I gasped out. I couldn't control my breathing as I heard his zipper. My lust was slick and running down my thighs. I couldn't stay still as my legs shook. Even a slight movement of the air drove me insane. I was so insanely sensitive.
"You're different," I whined as his head traced my entrance. I grabbed onto the wall to stable myself.
"And you'll take it," he chuckled darkly. "You're addicted because of what my dick did. Admit it, that's what you really missed."
"Oh, fuck! Oh!" I whimpered as he grabbed one of my legs and lifted it. He grunted in pleasure as he smugly filled me with his cock. He was a snug fit even with how wet I was.
I let out a keen that was high pitched and submissive. I was heaving as I pressed my forehead against the wall and adjusted to him again.
"F-fuck."
"Do you like this position sweet heart?" He whispered in my ear. He began to thrust and all thoughts and ability to answer left me.
I was filled over and over again. His length hit my g spot at a steady rhythm. He was right, tears spilled from my eyes as my body convulsed. I was completely overwhelmed.
"Good girl," he purred as he tightened his grip on my body so I couldn't get away.
