This time, he held on, gritting his teeth and pushing through her tightening down around him until he felt that first, sweet pulse of her release. Then keeping on, driving her through it, felt better than floating. That breathless, aching, beautiful cry was what pulled him over the edge with her, and instead of withdrawing, he buried himself deeper and throbbed out thick, sticky pulses of semen.
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Date: 2018-02-26 05:37 am (UTC)