THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR
He pushed forward, taking more, swallowing me down until I felt the back of his throat.
"Goddamn," I groaned, my head falling back, my hips starting to move. I fucked his mouth in long, deep strokes, each thrust pushing my cock further down his throat. The sound was wet and obscene – the slurping, the gagging, the desperate gasps he made between thrusts. Spit and precum dripped down his chin, coating his jaw, soaking into his tank top. He looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes rolling back, his hands still gripping my thighs for dear life.
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