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And over.
“Urghhhhh.”
“Spit up on that dick, den, Ti.”
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
“Urghhhhh.”
“Fuck! Just like that, baby.”
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
August made love to my mouth. Saliva ran down my chin, chest, between my breasts, and onto the floor beneath me.
Tears cascade down my cheeks. Still, I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“Shit, you gone make this motherfucker nut.”
His strokes intensified. His grip on my hair tightened. My throat suffered a great tragedy as he grinded against the very back of it.
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
“Urghhhhh.”
The contents of my meal threatened to spill from my mouth.
“Au—- Uhhhh.”
