Sly Grin Novels & Stories

It didn't take long for him to resume thrusting; this time, he was spewing profanities while making deliciously dirty remarks about my oral pussy. Finally, he slammed my throat one last fucking time, bottoming out, his throat reaching places in my throat that it hadn't even touched all this time. I felt his cock pulse as he erupted inside me, not just once but three fucking times, his warm cumload filling my throat. He slowly pulled out, strings of drool adorning his shaft. I didn't waste time swallowing his love gruel, ignoring the discomfort of my throat that had been ruthlessly fucked sore and raw.

my grin was mischievous which had Sylvain narrowing his eyes in on me. He watched me with interest as I tipped my head back and shut my eyes, forming an 'O' with my lips. Filling my lungs to their capacity, I let a howl rip through the air. The sound carried on the wind and echoed. It wasn't as guttural as Sylvain's or as feral and animalistic but it was the best I could do.