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I can’t believe it. He’s fucking my ass, and I’m really about to come…

“Choke me,” I moan.

“What?” he asks.

“I said choke me,” I shout.

His biceps roll over my chest, pressing firmly around my breasts. His fingers tease upward, and he finally takes hold. He closes in, an anaconda grip to finish the night off.

This isn’t just a taste of heaven. This is the whole fucking pie in the sky. Pleasure for pleasure’s sake.

And I’m loving him, allowing him to love me back in the deepest way possible.

“Fucking come,” he growls.

Something inside me breaks. All my muscles give way to harsh spasms of defined pleasure, so elevating I actually feel like I’m shooting out of my body.

Yes, I’m overtaken by the strongest emotions I have ever felt. I’m soaring because we finally made it. It’s like all our memories were for a reason. All our suffering, all our pain, and dismay through our failures has led to this.

/> Perfection.

I don’t know if I ever really sat down and celebrated until now. Well, we sure are celebrating.

“C-C-Coming,” I stutter.

I buckle under the pressure, letting out a shrill scream. Quick trembles roll through my body like an electrical fault. The lights in the room flicker and pop.

And then I feel his cock harden even more. It grows, gaining girth and heat, all at once. As soon as I feel his head bob, I know I’m about to feel his release.

Kalxor drops his head and wobbles forward. “Oh,” he moans, voice soothing. “Oh, fuck, baby. You’re going to… you’re going to...”

I turn my head and roll out my tongue. “Come,” I whisper, taunting him. “Spray it inside me.”

It’s not his decision. His body has already made the choice.

He drives forward, hands falling around my ass. While gripping both cheeks, he spills hot seed inside my pussy. At first, it comes slow. Yet, as soon as he pulls back, he starts to spurt, cum draping my walls.

“Feel me,” he moans. “Fucking take that cum.”

“Mm. I’m taking it,” I cry.

We’re both twitching and convulsing, moving erratically, while riding high. He bucks, and I feel myself building back up to another crescendo of passion.

I come again.

And again.

I can’t stop, and neither can he.

We are built to last. Cyborgs with only one goal: to join as one.

But when our energy levels die down, I can rest easy. Because the edge of the sun is peaking its head through the sliver of curtains. I don’t have to wonder how long this will last anymore. And I surely won’t forget this.

We come back down, easing into the soft mattress. His strong thighs coil around mine. A soft breeze comes in through the window, and I close my eyes as he pets my hair.

Everything is perfect. Serene. Lovely.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how this ends,” I say.


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