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2026-03-24 03:33:43Kai's POV
The moisture, slimy and slick wrapped around my hard cock, the tip shivering it's way up to his throat as his soft plump lips touched the base, fuck. I shuddered. He slid up and down, slowly, like he was trying to avoid gagging on it. With one hand resting behind my head, My other hand reached for his silky golden blonde hair, unfurling my hand into the volume and grabbing it firmly as I bopped his head up and down, controlling the pace, as fast as I want, and slow when I want it. My dick twitched in his mouth, I could feel the rough veins of my cock slid up into the soft upper shatmft if his throat, it aroused the tip so much that it began to pulse, I grabbed on his hair tight, not minding if it hurt, pressed his head down into my thighs, he choked, coughing out slime that ran from his mouth, to my cock and flowed down the base to my balls that tightened. I grabbed on his hair, not waiting for him to catch his breath as I forced his head down to lick up the goo he left from the base of my cock, up to the tip of my hard pulsing dick. I packed up his beautiful hair, every single tendril into my hands and fucked his wet lips hard until it bruised and then I pulsed, releasing a hardy moan as I pumped loads of slimy wet cum into his throat. I dragged out his his head, raised his face by the chin to meet mine. "Welcome to my world Mr Bartholomew " I grinned in satisfaction as I watched the humiliation settled on his face The wet, slimy heat of his mouth enveloped my cock, his soft plump lips stretching wide as he sank down until they kissed the base. The tip nudged against the tight entrance of his throat, and I shuddered hard. “Fuck…” He moved slowly at first, careful, clearly fighting the urge to gag. I rested one hand behind my head, the other diving into his silky golden-blonde hair. My fingers tightened into a fist, gripping him firmly. Then I took control — forcing his head up and down my length exactly how I wanted. Fast. Deep. Merciless. My cock twitched violently in his throat. Every thick vein dragged along the soft, slick walls of his upper throat, teasing the sensitive head until it pulsed with unbearable pleasure. I tightened my grip on his hair and shoved him down hard, burying myself to the hilt. His throat convulsed around me as he choked, coughing up thick strings of saliva that spilled from the corners of his stretched lips, dripping down my shaft and over my tightening balls. I didn’t let him pull away. Instead, I yanked his head back just enough to make him lick up the mess — from the base of my cock all the way to the swollen, leaking tip. Then I gathered every strand of his beautiful hair into my fists and fucked his face brutally, slamming into his wet, ruined mouth until his lips were swollen and bruised. A deep, guttural moan tore from my chest as I finally came, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum straight down his throat. I held him there, forcing him to take every drop. When I finally dragged his head back, I gripped his chin and tilted his tear-streaked face up to meet mine. His blue eyes were glassy, humiliated, and utterly defeated. I smiled, slow and satisfied. “Welcome to my world, Mr. Bartholomew.”
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