Reed's point of view My vision went black as her pussy milked my shaft with an explosion of ripples. I held deep and buried my face in her neck, hand gripping her hair, and willed myself not to come even as she writhed under me. “Please don’t come yet,” she whispered as she bucked under me, using my body to ride out her release. My balls were so full, so tight, and I needed release.“I want more,” she confessed. “Goddammit,” I muttered, beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and back as I fought for control. As I pushed my need down, I held there, sheathed to the hilt, as her tremors finally gentled to delicate squeezes. She clung to me like I was her salvation, her entire body vibrating from the orgasm. “Do you still want more?” I growled. Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. Her unpainted lips curved in a knowing smirk, her muscles clamped reflexively around my throbbing dick. “Please fuck me so hard and deep that I have to think about you and that magnif
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