Ninety Seven

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"STOP. STOP. SAMMY STOP." I yelled.

"What baby. You know our safe word."

"People are here." I whispered arguably.

"Well then." He smirked.

His smirks were never good.

His pelvic thrusted in so hard.

"AGGHHH SAAMMMM!"

He laughed.

"Now whoever is here knows we're busy."

He put the bandana to my mouth.

I bit it.

Muffled moans.

"Ah, two more rounds and I'll be done."

He released on my chest instead of inside me this time.

This was our eight.

How much semen can a guy have.

It's fun for him and sort of for me but extremely tiring and painful.

I'n just going to keep thinking of Shawn.

But try not to moan his name again.

Damn it punishment. I don't want it again.

- Matthew

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