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I relaxed my grip and watched as his chest heaved. “I told him, tangling my fingers in his hair and elevating his head so his rolling eyes could hazily focus on his bobbing, dripping thing, “See how hard you are. I grabbed it with my free hand after it wept upon his stomach. I tightened my hold on him and gave him a slow, overstimulating stroke while gushing at him, “You’re such a good boy.

I could tell he was almost completely aware again as he forced a hard swallow and his eyes began to recover their sharpness. “Oh, fuck, oh, please Phoebe”, his moaned a string of begging pleads for me.

I moved us once again while leaning against a pile of pillows. He crawled between my legs with his back against my chest because he understood what I was doing. I gave him a peck on the ear and began to play his thing again, enjoying how I could easily cup his tight balls at the conclusion of each downstroke. I enjoyed rolling my fingertips over the orbs as they radiated heat since his pre had coated them.

My hand slid over his chest and stomach as I carefully stroked, timing each downward motion with his breathing. I groaned in his ear after finding his nipples to be harder than I’d ever seen them. “You’re so hot,” I said.

I again moved from his right nip to his throat before he could respond, and this time I immediately squeezed tight. His body became rigid in a split second, tremors ran through him, and I let go. As he made a gurgling snort, sucking in a first breath though still not conscious, I never broke my rhythm, stroking slow and firm and deliberately. I knew where I wanted to take him.

NSFW: yes

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