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Storm-Cock Soaked 2

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Dax’s tongue was relentless, plunging deep into my pussy, the rain streaming over my clit like a thousand tiny tongues. I screamed, my hips bucking, my fingers digging into his wet hair as thunder shook the rooftop. My juices mixed with the rain, dripping down my ass, pooling on the slick lounge chair.

My orgasm was close, a tight coil ready to snap. His lips sucked my clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. The city lights blurred below, the risk of someone spotting us from another building making my pussy clench tighter.

“Cum for me,” he growled against my folds, his voice vibrating through my core. His fingers slid into my pussy, three at once, stretching me wide, curling against my G-spot. I screamed, my body shaking, the storm’s roar swallowing my cries as I came, gushing over his face.

My pussy pulsed, soaking his chin, rain washing my juices down his neck. I panted, my thighs trembling, but Dax didn’t stop, his tongue lapping slower now, teasing my oversensitive c
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