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"Good girl," he murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair. "Suck me off, Zoe. Make me feel good."

I bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement, my tongue swirling around his shaft. His grip tightens in my hair, guiding my pace as I pleasure him. I can taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue, the sensation sends desire coursing through me.

"That's it," he groans, thrusting his hips forward. "Take it all, baby. Every inch."

I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. I try to adjust, relaxing my throat to take him deeper, but he doesn't give me much time to adapt. His thrusts become harder, more demanding, and I feel the tears spill over, running down my cheeks.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his voice rough with arousal. "You like having your mouth fucked, don't you, Zoe?"

I try to nod, but my movements are restricted by his relentless thrusting. My hands instinctively move to touch myself, seeking some relief from the unbearable need, but he notices and growls, "No. You're not allowed to touch yourself. This is your punishment."

I whimper around his cock, the denial almost too much to bear. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but I'm helpless to do anything about it. All I can do is focus on pleasuring him, taking him as deep as I can while he fucks my mouth with abandon.

"That's it," he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. "Take it, Zoe. Take it all."

The pain and arousal mix into a potent cocktail that leaves me trembling. I can feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing heavier. My own need is a constant, burning ache, but I know better than to disobey him now.

"I'm going to cum," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "And you're going to swallow every drop, understand?"

I nod as best I can, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat again and again. With a final, deep thrust, he spills his seed into my mouth, and I swallow it down, the bitter taste filling my senses. He holds me there, his cock deep in my throat, until he's completely spent.

When he finally releases me, I pull back, gasping for air, my cheeks wet with tears. I look up at him, my body still trembling with need.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asks, his voice softer now, though still tinged with that authoritative edge.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "Yes, I learned."

He cups my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. "Good," he says, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Turn around,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

I obey without hesitation, turning around and gripping the edge of the bed. I raise my ass to him, wiggling it slightly in a taunting gesture. I glance over my shoulder, meeting his eyes with a daring look.

He responds by slapping one cheek of my ass. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but the pain quickly mixes with pleasure, a delicious combination that has me moaning his name.

"Will you expose yourself to danger without talking to me first?" he asks, his voice hard and demanding.

"No," I breathe out, shaking my head slightly. "I won't."

He slaps my ass again, harder this time. The pain radiates through me, but it's laced with an undercurrent of pleasure that has me moaning louder.

He groans in response, and then I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. In one swift motion, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I moan loudly, my body arching in response.

Virgilio's hands grip my waist tightly as he starts pounding into me. His thrusts are hard and fast, driving deep inside me with each movement. My hips move instinctively to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

The pleasure builds rapidly within me once more. Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy through me that have me crying out in blissful abandon.

"Virgilio," I moan between gasps of breath. "Please... don't stop..."

He fucks me harder, his pace relentless as he drives us both toward the edge. My moans turn into desperate cries as I feel myself teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby" he growls in my ear. "Let go."

His command pushes me over the edge. My body tenses and then shatters into a million pieces as I cum hard around him. My cries fill the room as waves of pleasure wash over me again and again.

But Virgilio doesn't stop; he continues to pound into me mercilessly. The intensity is almost too much to bear, but it only heightens the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I feel another orgasm building within me—a deep, primal need that demands release. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I struggle to hold on.

"Cum for me again, Zoe" Virgilio commands once more, his voice rough with desire.

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