Take me, I am yours
His hand choking me harder, my breathing free and all over, moaning, I collapse against him, the orgasm rushing through my body as his own pleasure rises, his orgasm controlling his body and mind, his lips pressing against mine.
"You will be the death of me, Lisa, I swear!" His eyes looking into mine, he pulls back, his cock sliding out of me.
"I hope not, sir; necrophilia isn't my kind of thing." My eyes rolled, his cock twitching and becoming hard again. Why I called him 'Sir', I don't know, but it had an effect on him, that is for sure.
"Mmm, your cock just twitched and hardened. Why was that?" I should have said, Sir, it is too late now.
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