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His breathing becomes heavy, and his fingers dig into my hips. As my cum floods out of my pussy, Matt’s cock explodes inside of me, mixing our juices together and filling me completely.

It feels so fucking good.

“Oh, Matt, fuck! Baby, I’m coming so hard for your big fucking cock,” I moan.

My entire pelvis is throbbing and aching from my orgasm.

I try to keep our cum trapped in, enjoying the stretching, pulsing sensation, but I’m overwhelmed.

We sigh in unison, and our combined juices come rushing out with cataclysmic pressure. I moan and whimper for him as I come down from my climax.

I look over my shoulder at Matt and see him panting as he admires my body, enjoying the view of my restraints keeping me under his control. He lifts me off his cock and moves forward, allowing me to sit up on the bed.

He’s still panting as he removes his belt from my wrists. My muscles appreciate the freedom, but my brain tells me I could stay tied up forever…if it’s for Matt.

“Meg, you’re so fucking good,” he says to me, and I light up, excited by his words.

“Why? Why me?” I ask, curious. “And you were fucking wonderful yourself.”

“You’re speaking to me like we’re finished, slut,” Matt interjects.

I feel a lump form in my throat. I don’t know how to respond. All I know is that my eyebrows are arched so high and my face is so tight that I could pass for a vintage doll at a museum.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely up for more, but I can’t imagine what more can be out there for us. How deep does this night—and his cock—go?

Before I can really even collect myself, Matt is off the bed and is fishing through my clothes that have been thrown onto the floor. He finds the garment he had in mind, and approaches me.

He greets me with a kiss, and as our lips meet, I feel fabric pushed against my pussy lips. He scoops up a helping of our cum and rubs it into the pair of panties in his hand.

As our lips part, he balls up the underwear and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth, and he pushes every cum-covered thread of my thong between my teeth, the most drenched part sitting directly onto my tongue.

Just like that, I’m soaking wet again—on top of already being drenched in our fluids.

My head is spinning, trying to process Matt and his different strain of dominance and how much I love being his counterpart.

He lifts me to the edge of the bed, my legs now dangling. I rest my hands above my head and shudder as he rubs his hands from my tits down to my inner thighs. Every nerve is ignited as his fingers run along my skin.

When he greets my thighs, he grabs my legs and spreads them apart.

I’m not ready yet.

I’m still quaking from my last climax. I feel oversensitive. He’s too much to handle.

One more orgasm and I might not come back down to reality.

His hard cock presses against my cunt again, teasing my pussy lips with his sexy, thick man meat.

I tongue at the panties that have been shoved into my mouth in an attempt to moan. Matt looks up at my face, smiling. He places his cock on my clit, getting it wet from all of our cum still sitting on my cunt.

Then, he pumps his cock in his hand, rubbing cum onto it and spitting on it for more lubrication.

The sight of him doing it makes me so hot—and yet his dominance is imminent. He won’t stop, I know, until he’s satisfied that I’ve been tortured enough.

Matt raises my legs onto his chest, and my calves rest on his shoulders. He presses the head of his cock against my asshole and gently eases himself inside of me.

Oh fuck, not this. I can’t take it.

My asshole twitches at first, but it relaxes as soon as he slides his massive cock into my hole.

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