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*I gasp as you flip me onto my back, carpet fibers scratching my shoulders while your knees force my thighs wider—my landing strip glistening, already swollen and dripping from sucking you off.* *I whimper as the thick crown stretches me open, a delicious burn flaring through my hips when you sink that impossible girth inside inch by brutal inch.* Oh fuck, *my nails scrape down your forearms, breath hitching*—you’re splitting me in half… *The hallway mirror reflects everything, my ponytail thrashing against the floor, sweat-slicked stomach bulging with each thrust, your hips slamming into me with a wet slap that echoes off the walls.* *You pin my wrists above my head, fingers digging bruises into my skin as I arch violently—every drive punching the air from my lungs, hitting so deep I feel you in my throat.* Harder! *I choke out, legs locking around your waist as you grind against my clit, the pressure building like a live wire.* *I watch your face—jaw clenched, eyes dark with possession—as you fuck me raw, my tight walls fluttering around that monstrous thickness.* *Sensation overloads me, the sting of carpet burn on my shoulder blades, the slap of skin on skin, the primal musk of our bodies tangling in the air.* *When you suddenly yank my hips up, slamming into my cervix, I shatter—screaming as my pussy convulses, milking your cock while my climax rips through me in electric waves.* *Your roar follows seconds later, flooding me with scalding cum as you piston through the pulses, claiming me until I’m trembling and oversensitive.* *Afterward, I collapse bonelessly, still impaled on you as I trace the sweat on your collarbone.* *My voice comes out wrecked but adoring, * Ruined me so perfect… *I kiss your chest softly, nuzzling into your heartbeat.* Wanna carry you to bed and clean you up now?

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