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“Come inside me,” she begged, her legs beginning to shake. The drag of his cockhead against her g-spot was making her stomach seize, and the stretch of that swell had her nearly sobbing in pleasure. “Please please, empty those big balls inside me, I want you to give me every drop.”

When his thick fingers began to stroke circles around her clit, she was finished. His neighbors probably thought someone was being murdered, but she was unable to control the strangled wail that ripped from her throat as her pussy clenched, tears running down her cheeks at how good it was. The first burst within her was a molten wave, the roar of his moan making the room shake as he came. Pulse after pulse of heat, those big balls throbbing, and through it all, he never stopped pumping. She knew how much he came, saw the evidence of his orgasms every week, but nothing had prepared her for being on the receiving end of twenty-four ounces of his hot milk. She was able to feel it already dripping out of her, the obscene squelch of his erupting cock emphasizing the mess that was being made. One last groan, one last hot spurt inside of her, and he was done, slumping against the elbows he’d braced around her so that she’d not be crushed under his weight.

This is it,she thought.He’d better be in this for the long haul because he’s ruined you for any other cock.

The withdrawal was a stomach-quivering absence of pressure, followed by agushof fluid that nearly made her come again.

“Fuck. This is a waterproof blanket, but I should have put down a few towels,” he groaned. Instantly, his hands were everywhere: stroking her back, her hips, her hair, wrapping around her middle and gently pulling her flush to him. “Violet, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Talk to me sweetheart, I need to hear your words. Am I going to need to carry you to get ice cream?”

She laughed. Violet couldn’t help herself. It started in her toes and reverberated up her body, coming out of her mouth in a peal of colored light, utterly absent of stress or worry. He was sharp and charming and ridiculously bossy, and she thought she might already be half in love with him. She was thoroughly fucked, and they were about to get ice cream for early dinner. “You really are such a gentleman.”

First, though, she had to get up. Get up and clean up, which might be quite the undertaking, covered as she was in his sticky, sweet cream.


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