My throat was filled to the brim with meat and for a brief moment I soared so high I thought I might be in love. He was using my face, treating my mouth like a fuckdoll and the only response I could give was a hushed moan and my hands bracing on his thighs. I wanted it, needed it, I couldn’t breathe and my heart was racing and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. My hand dipped down to push aside my lace Dolce & Gabbana panties, they were soaked and they made a wonderful squish as they moved. He could hear my fingers as they started to pump into me, three at a time because men like him have ruined my sopping cunt for anything less than a thick shaft. I wanted it, I needed it, I looked up at him with wet eyes and begged him to keep pumping into my face until I passed out. My digits dug deeper, stirring me up but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his massive cock filling up without warning and firing a massive load down my fucked raw throat.
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