I drove forward one last time and held. My cock swelled—the base thickening, locking me in place. My release tore out of me in hot, violent spurts, flooding his insides with my cum. I felt it pump into him, pulse after pulse, filling him completely. Rylan whimpered beneath me, his body shuddering with aftershocks.I collapsed over his back. My chest heaved against his spine. My cock was still buried inside him, still pulsing, still dripping.The room was silent except for our ragged breathing.I pulled out slowly. A thick gush of our mixed release followed—splattering against his thighs, running down his legs, pooling on the blanket beneath him.I rolled onto my back. Breathing hard. My cock was still wet, still half-hard, still dripping.Then Rylan moved.He rolled over. Crawled on top of me. His body pressed against mine—hot, hard, desperate. His cock was already hard again, thick and leaking, dragging against my stomach."My turn," he whispered against my ear.Before I could answer
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