Raw Surrender: 35 Filthy M/M Tales
Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch.
“Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me.
“I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.”
Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me.
We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.
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