Whispers After Dark
I felt every pulse, every spurt, until it overflowed and ran down his shaft.
We stayed locked together, panting, my cheerleader skirt bunched around my waist, his hands still gripping my ass possessively.
I leaned down and kissed him softly, then whispered against his lips, “See? Sometimes the cheerleader gets to lead the routine.”
Jeff chuckled breathlessly, still buried inside me. “You were incredible tonight, Chloe.”
I smiled, already aching for whatever dark game he would play next. “Yes, sir. I’m glad you enjoyed my service.”
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