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It takes my girl no time at all to get into a good rhythm, grinding on me. I squeeze all my muscles, giving her a nice, hard surface to rub her clit against.

Her throat makes a series of noises that sound like a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Does it hurt?”

All I get is a headshake as she continues riding my cock like a champ.

“Feels good?”

“Amazing.”

The praise goes straight to my head. Both of them.

“You want to scream for me?”

She doesn’t answer.

“You want to let go for me, Kota? Nobody’s around. You can let it out. Let it all out.”

Knowing I could go literally any second, I busy myself with stimulating her even more, massaging her tits and sucking on whichever lip comes close enough to my mouth to capture. I’m so swept up, I think I even get some of her tongue in there. Everything is wet, warm, and delicious. I could do this for hours and not get tired.

Fuck.

I.

Love.

Fucking.

Kota.

“I’m… I’m… I—”

If she’s coming, that means I’m right behind her.

My hands latch on to her hips, preparing for a quick-as-fuck dismount. Almost immediately I forget about that and start helping her along instead, increasing her speed and intensity.

“Come on, baby,” I growl. “Come on my cock. Soak me to my fucking bones.”

Without stopping, Kota throws her head back and screams.

Oh shit. Goddamn it. That’s fucking—

There’s a pulling sensation in my groin and my hips start shaking. I pull Kota up off my dick and pump my cock until warmth shoots up my shaft and cum erupts out the top like a hot spring.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’ve never felt…so…much… Fuck.

Panting, I look at Kota to see her mouth now closed and her gaze slightly shuttered.

Fuck. That was…

I’m…

Yeah. Yeah, I’m fucked.

“Why did you do that?”

“What?” Shaking his head, Khaos looks like he doesn’t even know where he is right now. His eyes are glazed and his shoulders are drooped. If it wasn’t for the lap full of cum, I’d assume he just took a bunch of drugs.