I Surrender to Them
Luther kissed me desperately as he came with me, burying himself to the hilt and filling my pussy with long, hot jets, groaning my name like a prayer.
Still pulsing inside me, he pulled me tight against his chest, kissing my forehead, my wet cheeks, my lips with a tenderness that contrasted with the brutality from minutes before.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “My obsession. My love. My salvation.”
I nestled into his sweaty chest, exhausted, marked, and deeply loved.
“And you’re mine, Luther.”
He smiled against my hair, holding me even tighter.
“I’ll always fuck you like the world is ending… and I’ll always hold you like you’re my entire world.” He whisper
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