I feel his lips traveling down my neck, trailing feather-light kisses. I explode around his throbbing cock, riding out my orgasm as I go. Means I’m doing my job right.” He smirks at me and crushes me into the mattress. I dig my nails into his back and shoulders and hear him moan. Soon after I feel Christian still and squeeze his eyes tightly. “Christian, talk to me, you okay?” I ask as I clasp his face in my hands. I groan louder this time, calling out a very strangled version of his name. “Christian…Christian, please!” I beg, almost sobbing. I like it. Read 10275 times |
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