<img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/78c8fb5c-f51d-4e88-a8de-e948b9dc9a1c.avif" />Flipping over the back of the sofa revealed the bed. We were like the male and female leads in a classic romance film scene, kissing on the bed while stripping off our clothes. I was licked by his hot, wet tongue and probed by his long fingers. He had me kneel on the ground and take him in my mouth. Before I could even properly wrap my lips around him, he thrust straight into the depths of my throat. "I like it all the way," he said. In and out, I kept gagging and choking, tears and snot streaming down, saliva dripping onto the floor. He kept going relentlessly, without pause. He released onto my face, and in that moment, so did I. My lace panties were pushed aside, and his thrust went all the way in from the very first stroke. Three deep one shallow, four deep two shallow, two deep one shallow—he knew every spot, each thrust precise. On the verge of breaking, I tensed my body. "Relax. If you're going to come, just let it happen." I obeyed, letting him pound into me freely. Trying not to resist only made the sensation stronger and stronger, until the limit. I came I don't know how many times, but he showed no sign of stopping. So all night I was flipped and turned, again and again and again and again. The cruelty of this cold, aloof man carried my consciousness somewhere else. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, drenched in sweat with tangled hair, I curled up against his chest and fell asleep. #EroticWriting ☞ <a href="https://vocus.cc/salon/exhibita/room/documentary" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Erotic Anatomy｜Read More Erotic Documentary Articles</a>

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