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“I love your cock!”

I felt him swell.

Oh, God. Please.

My inner walls clenched him tight.

“I love your cock!” I bellowed. “I love your cock!”

“I love your cock!”

His hips swung back and forth wildly, filling me completely with his thickness.

“I love your cock!”

He pressed himself deep inside and held his hips against my ass.

“I love your cock!”

Oh God.

My pussy contracted, sending a wave of emotion through me. Slowly, he pulled himself from me.

The thought of my impending orgasm escaped me.

I felt the tip of his cock against my wet lips. As he pushed himself back in deep, I recalled the need to ask permission.

“Can I come?”

“You may.”

My body shuddered.

Every inch of me began to tingle.

Two quick strokes later, and he swelled and became stiff as a stone.

I felt him explode inside of me.

The feeling of his release caused me to do the same.

Together, we reached a climax like no other I’d ever experienced.

“Fuuuuck yesss,” he howled.

My legs quivered. With my face buried in the couch cushion, I heaved for each breath. Eventually, I lifted my head and turned to face him.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered.

“You’re mine,” he said. “Don’t you ever forget that, Sandy.”

“Yours.” Saying it felt right, so I said it again. “Yours.”

“I mean it,” he said.

I grinned. “I do, too.”

We showered together, and he took special care of me, holding me, kissing me, and insisting that he wash my entire body.