As if ignited, he reached around, his hand finding my clit again, rubbing it in fast, tight circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, his cock pounding into me, his fingers teasing my nub, the wall pressing against my breasts. I cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound that echoed off the walls, as the first wave of orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I felt his own rhythm falter for a split second, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold back his own release. “Fuck… you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his voice raw with effort. I rode the wave, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As the aftershocks faded, he didn’t miss a beat. He pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and aching, then flipped me onto my back with a swift, practiced motion. My back hit the mattress with a soft thud, my legs spread wide, my pussy still gli
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