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As if my hold spurs her on, her movements become longer yet out of control. She keeps her pace, on and on with her fingers fondling my balls.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “I love your mouth, Gwyneth.”

She quickens her pace and I use her hair to keep her in place as I rock my hips, hitting the back of her throat.

She sputters and chokes, but she doesn’t attempt to push me away. If anything, she encourages me. She opens her lips the widest possible and lets me fuck her mouth.

And I do it. I thrust forward until the friction is unbearable, until all my blood rushes to where her skin meets mine, where she’s handing me the reins to use her mouth any way I see fit.

My back muscles tighten with each jerk of my hips and I can feel the orgasm ripping through my balls.

Before I know it, a growl echoes in the air as I empty down her throat.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I order as I pull my dick out of her wet heat.

She stares at me with those eyes that I always feel the urge to see in order to gauge her mood through them.

“Keep my cum in that mouth.”

She clamps her lips shut and a trail of cum streaks down her chin. I sit up and pull her toward me by the arm and then my mouth is on hers.

I thrust my tongue inside and drink my cum from her mouth. It’s mixed with her now and it tastes like vanilla. I never even thought about doing this before, but it’s another thing that’s exclusive to her.

The girl who’s currently writhing against me, her naked tits glued to my chest as she kisses me back and lets me drink myself from her.

She lets me drink what I did to her.

And I kiss her harder, faster, long after my taste is gone, and it’s all her now. Fucking vanilla and ice cream and cupcakes.

I pull away when she’s wheezing, her neck red and her pulse thundering. Fuck. I was so engrossed in the act that I forgot to let us breathe.

She stares at me, her lips swollen and parted and so damn tempting. “You kissed me back.”

“Huh?”

“I thought you never would. Kiss me, I mean.”

“That wasn’t kissing. That was snowballing.”

“I love that. Snowballing. Let’s do it more.”

“You’re not vanilla, after all.”

“Not with sex, I guess.”

“How do you know that?”

“I want all the things.”

“All the things?”

“Yeah, everything.”

I’m going to fuck her again. I can feel it. And I will.

But I need to feed her first.

I begrudgingly get up and tuck myself in. “Take a shower and meet me downstairs.”

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