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The Trouble with Hawk…

Published February 28, 2021 by Chloe King - Erotic Author

She watched from a dark corner of the pub, sipping her vodka while her body tingled with excitement. Tonight was the night she’d get him in her bed and nobody would get in her way. Nobody. Her gaze swept the dance floor, her eyes narrowing at the tiny woman nestled against his chest, her hands around his waist as if she owned him.
“Not for much longer, babe,” she muttered, knocking back the last of her vodka. 
Catching the bartenders eyes she ordered another with a sexy smirk. Jed was easy.
“Another sweetness?” he grinned.
“Please, babe,” she blew him a kiss. 
“Don’t usually see you in here on a Thursday.”
“Time for a change,” her eyes hit her man, her tongue moistened her lips in anticipation of her reward. “Dance night seemed a good idea,” she nodded to the dance floor, accepting her drink.
“Enjoy,” he nodded, walking off to serve other customers.
“Oh, I will,” she murmured.

Unknown to Lila, the watcher, she was being watched by Hawk, who smirked each time he saw her shoot daggers at the little woman in his cousins arms. Ethan and Clara were an item and had just gotten engaged. This was their first night out since the party. He remembered Lila from college, though hadn’t realised she’d returned home. She’d been a minx then and it looked like she was out to cause trouble again. Sighing, he finished his beer putting the empty glass on the table and headed to the bar right beside where Lila stood. There was no way in hell he’d let Lila ruin another relationship after she nearly destroyed his brother.
Ignoring her, he ordered another pint, turning away to look over the room tapping his foot to the music as it pounded through the floor and air. Jed knocked on the bar, Hawk smiled picking up his pint, handing Jed some money.
“Ta, Jed. Looks like a good night,” he said.
“Usually are on dance night,” he replied walking away.

Lila licked her lips, her eyes wandering over the tall, dark haired, broad shouldered man who’d appeared beside her. Her eyes moved over his body, taking in his tight buttocks, and large rough looking hands as he bopped to the music. She knew he must be a regular due to knowing Jed by name. Her hands itched to scrape through his short curls.
Her eyes snapped back to Ethan and his dizzy little woman, her eyes travelling over his body before flicking back to the man in front of her. Smiling, she put her vodka down, sitting on the stool behind her and accidently on purpose kicking the stranger.
“Oh, sorry,” she murmured when Hawk turned, his indigo eyes on her, roving over her face and body as if he didn’t know her. Lila’s breathing hitched at the sight of his sculptured face with the beginnings of scruff on his chin.
“Apology accepted,” she watched him turn away, and sip his beer.
Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him for ignoring her. Knocking back her third vodka she tried again.
“Not seen you in here before?”
“Don’t come often,” his eyes stayed on those dancing. “Can’t say I’ve seen you here either,” he twirled around leaning his elbows on the damp wooden bar trying not to wince as the sticky beer stuck to his leather jacket. “You got a name?”
Lila licked her lips, biting the bottom one when he turned to start at her. “Lila,” she murmured. “What about you?”
“Call me, Hawk,” he turned back to his drink, soothing his throat with another gulp. “You new in town?”
“Yeah. Arrived last week, still finding my way around.”
Hawk had to turn away to stop from spluttering in his beer at her lies. “What you come here for? Not much going on.”
“Change of pace in life. Had enough of the rat race in the city?”
“What were you doing in the city?”
“Lawyer.”
His hand stilled as the memories of what she’d done to his brother shattered through his mind, his anger building. He clenched the handle of his beer glass tighter, blowing out a quiet breath, counting to ten.
“The town has a Lawyer, doubt it needs another.”
“Change of job, change of scene. You wanna dance?”
“Nah. I’m not a dancer, you go ahead.”
“Come one,” she grinned, grabbing his hand. He nearly recoiled from her touch, before straightening up, leaving his beer on the bar and following Lila onto the dance floor. “Ethan and Clara shot him a look of surprise before grinning. Hawk sighed, placing a hand on Lila’s shoulder and one at her waist, swaying along to the music with her.
Lila stepped into his body, her breath whispering across his neck making him shudder, while her hands moved around his neck. He looked down into her cerulean blue eyes, wishing he hadn’t. She stared at him a frown deepening on her forehead.
“I feel like we’ve meet before,” she murmured.
“Not possible. I’ve rarely go out of town and I would’ve remembered you if we’d met before.” Feeling her fingers tangle with his hair, he stepped away. “Excuse me, I need a drink,” He lifted her hand, kissing the back and let go, returning to the bar and his cold beer.”

You okay man?” said Jed.
“I’ll survive. It’s been a long day.”
“You won’t survive long if Lila gets her claws into you, Hawk.”
“I’m not as stupid as my brother,” he growled.
“I wasn’t sure if you remembered…”
“Trying to distract her from Ethan. She don’t know I know who she is… yet.”
“Here she comes,” Jed nodded with a smirk. “Good luck, you’re gonna need it with the game you’re playing.”
“Give us a whisky, Jed.”
“With you in a tick, Hawk,” and walked away to serve a few other customers.

“You could’ve waited until the song was over,” she said.
“Told you I hate dancing,” he downed half his beer when Jed put down a shot of whisky on the rocks for him. Hawk handed over some notes, picking up the whisky knocking it down, enjoying the burn down his throat, he slammed the glass on the bar. Grabbing his beer he finished it off getting to his feet exaggerating his drunkenness as he straightened. “Time to get home, early morning…” he trailed off, blinking, frowned and headed for the door.
“Hawk,” she called after him, He turned quickly nearly landing on his arse.
“What you want now?”
“You can’t drive like that,” she walked after him as he lurched out the door, staggering down the steps.
“What me. Do it plenty of times,” he chuckled, heading for his Landrover. He slammed into the side, removing his keys, trying to get them in the lock. Lila snatched them out of his hands, unlocked the car before dragging him around to the passenger side.
“Get in. I’ll drive.”
“I don’t know you. You might…”
“In, Hawk.”
“Fine,” he grumbled sliding into the seat, closing his eyes. By the time Lila got into the drivers side he was snoring his head off.
“Where the hell do you live?” she shook him several times to no avail. “Shit,” starting the car she took him back to the house her dad had left her. Fifteen minutes later, she slowed the car to a stop, turning the engine off she looked over at Hawk who was still asleep. Getting out of the car she slammed the door and moved to the passenger door. Opening it, Hawk slid sideways hitting the gravel driveway with a groan.
“Fuck.”
“Get the hell up and I’ll help you inside.”
Crawling the rest of the way out of the car he climbed to his feet using his car for support, his eyes blinking open, though unfocused.
“Where the hell am I.”
“My place. Put your hand on my shoulder, I’ll take you to the guest room.”
“Wanna go home,” he muttered.
“Not happening until tomorrow.”
Finally inside the house he slumped on the couch and pretended to snore again enjoying the muttered swears leaving her lush lips… ‘What’ he thought. A blanket was thrown over him, distracting his thoughts, lights flicked off and quiet descended.
Waiting for fifteen minutes, Hawk sat up, resting his head back wondering why he’d pretended to be drunk. At least he knew where she was living, though he still didn’t know why she was home. Her dad had passed away over six months prior, she didn’t even turn up to his funeral.

Sultry Sexcapades – Dungeon Spa Resort

Published November 16, 2019 by Chloe King - Erotic Author

After the way we booked our getaway, it just had to be the one with the dungeon room in red and black, whether we used the items in the room or not, we’d be having a lot of fun-loving sex. What I hadn’t told my husband…shush don’t say…I’m ovulating this weekend; I was determined to get pregnant.

I’d been studying the Karma Sutra positions, especially the ones which gave you a better chance of pregnancy. Crossing my fingers, I packed our bags, toys, my new sexy lingerie and the special gift I have for the man in my life. God, I loved Cody so much, such a fun-loving person who didn’t need too much encouragement to play our sex games.

We made love every night of the week leading up to our dirty weekend away. One of my favourite position was sitting on his lap with his long throbbing shaft in my butthole and a vibrating plug in my sheath. Sometimes I wish he had two dicks.

“You know I’m loving this tight hole of yours, darling,” he whispered in my ear as I whimpered at each penetration.

“I want more, bigger…oh God,” I moaned as he pumped faster.

Suddenly he stood up pushing me over, my hands landing on my knees. He held my hips, his fingers digging into my skin and he pounded me, his sweaty body smacking against mine as he shoved his dick to the root, his balls slapping my clit. I whimpered, my fingers moving to the vibrator which he’s turned on. I pushed it in and out with one hand while my fingers pinched my clit until my body was shuddering with explosions, muscles tight, wave after wave of orgasm pouring through my body.

I heard him grunt, felt his seed spurt over my muscles wishing he was inside my sheath. His hands grabbed my breasts as he withdrew, removing the condom and pushing the head of his still hard dick into my sheath beside the vibrator. I screamed as my sheath stretched wider, panting, I tugged on my clit harder as he continued to push inside. One throbbing dick and one vibrating plug were too much for me. I wailed my climaxes continuing to grow bigger and bigger, my shaking body still accepting his dick. He thrust the last few inches inside and groaned with pleasure.

“This feels amazing,” he began to move in and out while the plug pushed me to a new high.

“I can’t…please…” I screamed, my fingers tugging out the plug tossing it across the floor as I exploded hard, clamping down on his dick until his sperm clung to my walls, racing for my newly released eggs. Harder and harder I clamped until he moaned.

“Stop. You’ll strangle…fuck, thank you,” my body slowly began to relax releasing my hold until he withdrew sitting back in his chair, holding me steady, finally picking me up and taking me to our bed where we played for another hour.

The hotel looked like any other we’d stayed in. A gorgeous frontage with elegant lines. The staff were polite and we registered with ease. Being slightly embarrassed we didn’t use a porter to take our bags up to our room. We did this ourselves, giggling in the elevator like little children.

Opening the door, we stepped into another world. It was stunning, still unexpected and a bit between a Goth and Edwardian drawing room with a huge round bed in the middle. Dropping my case, I jumped on the bed with a smirk until I realised there was a mirror above the bed.

“Oh my god, it has a mirror,” I giggled as my darling lay down beside me.

“This should be interesting,” he chuckled. “Where would you like to start?”

“In the bathroom,” I said jumping off the bed scampering like a little kid into the ensuite. It was bloody huge. A double-headed shower cubicle with extra heads at various levels. It even had a bench along one wall and hooks at different levels… I presumed for restraints. In the middle of the room was a huge spa pool already full of water with red rose petals floating on the top. The water was scented and hot. I stripped off my dress and lingerie and slid into the water with a sigh of bliss.

“You couldn’t wait for me,” Cody said walking into the ensuite his dick swinging from side to side.

I sat up, hands on the side of the spa, grabbing his hips and sank my mouth over his engorged head. Sucking his flavours, I licked down his length. “You’re a wicked woman,” he muttered tangling his fingers with my hair and thrusting down my throat. I hummed sucking harder. I let one hand massage his balls when I felt them lift. Cody roared pouring his cum down my throat. I drank every bit popping off his still hard dick and licking my lips with a smirk.

“Do get in darling. I don’t want you to get cold.”

“God it’s so hot, how can you just sit there?”

“I’m waiting for my man, some bubbles when I turn the spa on and lots of hot wet sex. Now hurry up,” I giggled.

He slid over the side letting his body get used to the heat and sat beside me, his arms across my shoulder.

“You know, I think you got the right idea, darling,” he nuzzled my neck, making his way to my nipples and biting them with his teeth until they stretched out. “I wish you would pierce them.”

“You get a piercing on your dick and I’ll do my nipples.”

“I wouldn’t know…”

“They do piercings here,” I smiled, giggling at his glare.

He caught my wrists pulling me onto his knees, he held my wrists behind me and pushed his dick deep making me gasp. It travelled through my tunnel. He held me firmly against him, his hands on my butt. He began to fuck me while his mouth bit, tugged and sucked my nipples. I tried to rock against him but he held me to hard. I squealed when he stretched my nipples, his throbbing length hitting my core. Groaning I came with a delicious shudder. Cody continued to fuck me, kissing his way to my lips, devouring them as he ejaculated with streams of cum, breaking our kiss, panting slowly came down but stayed deep and hard. I’d never known him to stay so hard since we were courting.

“Wow. You’re still hard, baby.”

“I’m going to fuck you as much as I can for the next forty-eight hours.” he grinned.

“And what pray am I supposed to do?”

“Take every single inch,” he smirked starting to fuck me again.

Sated I lay on the bed looking up at my body in the mirror. It was then I decided to get my pussy naked again along with my underarms. I hated shaving.

My darling walked into the bedroom, naked and drying his hair with a towel. He sure knew how to show off his body. I glanced at his large balls and penis for a moment then smiled. I wonder if he dared.

“You should get your balls and dick shaved as well as pierced.”

“Why the hell would I want to…” he narrowed his eyes seeing my smirk, I bit my lip. “You save your pussy and I’ll shave my genitals as well. As for piercing, I was reading up on that and it takes a while to heal which means no sex.”

“Well damn,” I crawled to the end of the bed letting my hips sway in time with my breasts which hung down enticingly. “How about I have my nipples pierced and … oh god,” I squealed as he came up behind me and thrust into my butt nearly making me fall off the end of the bed. “Some warning would be good,” I whimpered as he began thrusting with long strokes making me gasp with pleasure. “Oh god,” I squealed pushing back until he picked up my legs, my shoulders collapsing on the bed and ploughed harder and deeper. “F-fuck,” I cried cumming hard around him. I looked at his face which was full of bliss as he continued shagging me until I climaxed again, this time taking him with me.” Baby,” I moaned as he lowered my legs and we lay side by side. “Before you get to carried away, I want a massage and get my pussy shaved.” I panted, staggering off the bed and into the shower. Washed and dressed in a short red robe I walked back into the bedroom where my darling was making our appointments.

“They can do ‘in-room’ if you wish?”

“No. I’d like to see a bit more of the hotel if you don’t mind,” I replied. He went back to his phone call, booking the appointments and getting directions then put the phone down, pulling me into his arms. “All done,” he kissed my nose. “I love you.”

“I know,” my hands slid up around his neck. “I love you too and can’t wait to use some toys on you again.”

His hand went under my robe smacking my butt, letting his finger travel through my pussy and back to my back entrance which he pierced with his finger. I moaned, loving what he was doing when there was a knock at the door. Putting me down he pulled on his own robe and went to answer it. Apparently, they were ready for us and had sent an escort.

Feeling slightly self-conscious at first, we soon realised most of the guests were either fully dressed to go out or in robes relaxing in lounges, going to appointments etc. Holding hands, we followed the staff member to a medium-sized room where two massage therapists waited.

“Take off your robes and lay on your front on the tables, please.”

I hurriedly did so, my skin flushing pink, my husband shrugged and dropped his robe lying down. Towels were placed over our backsides; candles were lit giving off a lavender scent and massage oils were smoothed into our skin. It was amazing. I think I fell asleep until I was turned over. Hands massaged my breasts and I had to bite my lip to stop from giggling. I was so fully relaxed I didn’t realise the therapist had moved on to waxing my pussy and my husband’s genitals. All I felt was warmth on my pussy lips then a cloth. It was only when they yanked the cloth off and I screamed that I realised the waxing had begun.

“Fucking hell that hurts like shit. Who the hell invented this?”

“Men did,” chuckled one of the therapists. “Now lie back down it’s nearly over.” she pushed my shoulder spreading my legs open wider.  The waxing was painful though my skin went numb so I didn’t feel so much. Soon I had a warm cloth over my privates to sooth the skin.

“Thanks,” my husband smiled as he sat up. “I doubt she’ll do that again in a hurry.”

“It’ll be easier next time, sir.”

“Yeah, right,” I muttered. We put our robes on and headed back through the hotel to the main spa area where you could get naked and… well have fun. Removing our robes, we walked into one of the pools, holding hands. Other guests stared at our bodies as we sank into the hot water. It was sublime.

“My pussy is tingling from the waxing,” I giggled.

“I can fix that if you want,” he smirked.

“I’m not sure we’re allowed to in here. It’s a bit public.”

“See over there?” he nodded his head. “They are fucking and so are a few of the others. In fact, if you watch you’ll also notice a few have swapped partners.”

“If we do that, you’ll need to wear a condom. Your sperm is mine,” I grouched.

“Maybe one day,” I smacked his shoulder and swam across the pool. He was soon passing me, turning on his back showing the world his dick. I jumped on him, we sank beneath the water, coming back up laughing and gulping air.

“Idiot,” he sat on a bench at the side.  I straddled his legs rocking into him, kissing him twisting my tongue with his. Getting on my knees I pushed my nipples into his mouth and pushed his dick in my sheath with a quiet whimper.

“I wish you had two dicks,” I nibbled his ear.

“We can have a threesome,” he whispered back, I noticed him looking around the spa area. “Would you like that?”

“They’d need a condom.”

My husband’s hands moved to my hair, his fingers tangling in it. I felt hands on my butt, my body tensed and stilled, I tried to turn but my husband stopped me.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” I whimpered feeling two fingers push in my butt. “Do you want to be fucked by two dicks…right now?”

“Oh god,” I moaned as the fingers thrust deeper, stretching me. “Oh god…y-yes,” I muttered.

“Hold still and relax baby. Keep your eyes on me.”

A covered dick pressed between my cheeks, sliding up and down as his fingers stretched, thrust and relaxed. My husband began to fuck me, his dick thrusting hard and slow, his fingers holding me steady. I saw him nod then he kissed me.

The fingers withdrew and a thick girth pressed into my butt which opened around him, stretching bigger, the pain rough for a moment and then he was inside me. I mewled into my husband’s mouth as the second dick pushed deeper, filling me. Both poles hard and throbbing, growing. Breaking the kiss, I tried to look and my head was held still. The man behind me slammed the rest of the way home. I whimpered as the two dicks began to fuck me. The man’s body slapping mine with such force I was pushed down harder on my husband’s upward thrust.

“Please, oh god you need to…yes…fuck…harder…oh god,” I gripped them both my eyes watching my husband, he took my lips with his, screaming my release into his mouth. I gripped them so hard, they didn’t have a choice but to release. Sperm filled my sheath as the man behind me shuddered, filling his condom.

I slumped in my husband’s arms, panting. My butt was now empty, the man had disappeared.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Y-yes. He felt different to you.”

“As your pussies do to us,” he smiled. “Would you like to shower and change then we can eat in the restaurant.”

“That would be wonderful,” I murmured. “I’m starving…”

The restaurant wasn’t what I was expecting either. The food was amazing, the wine spectacular. The dining tables were discrete and sexual. Each course was served with a sex toy to be used while we were eating. Each table had a movable folding wall so you could enjoy your dinner and toys in peace. The chairs… well the chairs had locks on them where plugs could be placed to use. The back lock was a hole, the front had a clip to slip the plug into place. In the middle of the table were large silver balls, nipple clamps, dick rings at least two hard attachable plugs and or cages. It was a lover’s dream… well if they wanted to test the waters.

“We use it all during our meal,” my husband said. “The silver balls go inside your sheath, they’re called Kegel balls, they help give you orgasms.”

The waiter returned handing the wine menu to my husband. He listened to the suggestions and chose one. The waiter handed out the menus and left.

“Would you like me to put them inside you darling?”

“Yes, sure.”

I opened my legs wide; he already knew I didn’t have any panties on. Picking up the balls which were joined together he wiped them over my pussy lips, slowly pushing one inside my sheath making me gasp. The ball was icy cold and of course, the waiter returned with the bottle of wine. Pouring some into a glass my husband tasted it and nodded. The waiter filled our glasses.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes to take your food order.” he smiled.

“Thank you,” we replied, though I nearly gasped as the second ball was inserted. He pushed them as deep as he could with his fingers. I clamped down on them and hissed out a breath.

“Damn they feel good. What can I offer you,” I looked at the toys and picked up the dick ring with an anal ball attached? “How about this?”

“Sure,” he undid his trousers taking out his dick and pushing the ring around the root and his balls. he pulled the ball between his legs, spreading his butt cheeks and pressed the ball into his butt. He winced at the stretch, taking a deep breath as it popped into his anus and disappeared. He pulled up his trousers, putting away his dick and rocked on his chair with a hiss of pleasure. His dick started to grow, making me giggle. The waiter arrived for their food order.

My husband orders quickly saving my blushes. Each meal has a sexual meaning and though I love sex I’m still a bit prudish at times.

The waiter left and we looked at each other and began to giggle. I leant forward kissing him softly on the lips. I didn’t see him pick up the nipple clamps, I did feel his hands opening my blouse and cupping my breasts, teasing them while I teased his tongue. The sudden sharp pain had me jerking back except his right hand cupped my head holding me, his eyes filling with desire as he clamped the second nipple. Fuck it hurt until he massaged my breasts and pure pleasure rushed to my pussy.

“Damn,” I moaned. “I hope there is a pair for you too, that bloody hurt,” my hand delved into the centrepiece pulling out another pair with a smirk. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, I massaged his nipples, tugging them, kissing them and clamped them enjoying his hiss of pain. He was fastening his shirt when the waiter returned with their entrée and smiled.

“You don’t need to stay dressed. You can strip and do whatever you like. Each table is private. Enjoy your prawn dicks, make sure you take the wooden spear out.” and he left.

We looked down at our plates and sure enough, there were three dicks on our plates, each skin was soft and firm and filled with prawns. They were ice cold. I picked one upholding it in front of his mouth.

“Blow job time,” he opened his mouth and I pushed the dick into his mouth until it hit the back. He started to breathe through his nose and I pushed it deeper listening to him suck as I thrust it in and out.  Taking it out of his mouth he kissed me and ate the dick.

“I want you to sit on yours. All three together and then I’ll eat one and you eat the others.”

“Holy fuck,” I gasped at him. “What about the Kegel balls?”

“You may just orgasm as your fuck your prawns, baby.”

I lifted up watching him pick up all three dicks. He pushed one inside me, then the second. I moaned as I stretched when he pushed the third in and helped me to sit down. Fucking hell, they were cold, thick, long and hard. I felt them hit the balls as I rocked back and forth, harder and deeper until I peaked. He kissed my orgasm away as I sat panting. Taking them out we ate them, the taste of my cum enhancing the flavour. The last two were eaten plain.

The next course was steak or chicken. How they made it sexy I’ve no idea but they did. This time a toy came with the dishes and we were expected to use the toy to eat with, sucking the juices off them. It was a bit like using chopsticks, except a lot larger. I’ve never giggled so much in my life watching my darling trying to eat Japanese style. Luckily for us, everything was cut up small. Once the food was eaten, we were expected to insert the plug. Obviously, my husband couldn’t coz he had a thick ball in his butt, however, I stood up while my darling placed the plugs on the chair and helped me to sit down again. The plugs lined up perfectly and I sat, letting them push inside my body an inch at a time moaning softly all the while. Fuck it was amazing how they spread me open.

Dessert. We were cuffed together at the wrists a small spoon in each hand. We had to move together to eat chocolate mousse. It was thick and creamy and all over our chests. We’d had to strip off our tops and the mousse was spread over our chests and we had to eat off each other. I’m sure my darling enjoyed sucking my clamped nipples. They went so hard each time he tugged them with his teeth. As for the spoon…it was also made of chocolate so I ate mine and licked my mousse off his chest.

“Fucking hell I’m so damn hard for you, Shelby.”

“Good,” I thrust my tongue into his mouth stealing some mousse. By this stage, I was straddling his lap cleaning the last of the mousse off. Smiling I lowered our right hands, opening his trousers and took out his rock-hard pole. Lifting my body, I went to push down over him when my darling reminded me of the plugs. I looked at my chair and they had lifted off and were still deep inside me. “Let’s see if you can fit in as well,” I whispered slowly lowering my body over his stiff dick.

He touched my pussy lips, his wet head pushing against the plug. I whimpered as his dick head opened my sheath letting him in. I sank lower biting my lips, moaning as I began to stretch around his dick. The pressure of the plug and his dick was incredible. “Oh god,” I murmured, “so thick,” I continued to sink down over him, each inch making me mewl.

“I need,” he groaned and pushed me down hard capturing my scream with a kiss. “Damn, Shelby you feel fucking amazing, I can feel the Kegel balls as well as the butt plug.

Feeling stuffed I began to rock pushing down deeper arching my back to make room. He cupped my butt and thrust hard and fast until we climaxed with a hard-deep kiss, bodies shuddering. Just as he was about to pull out, I released his dick ring and he cussed as his sperm burst out of his dick head emptying in my core. God, it was beautiful. My head rested on his shoulder. Our waiter returned with a smile, passing us large wet wipes to clean our chests of the sticky chocolate. He gave us a blanket and escorted us out down a back hallway still joined together. The elevator took us to our dungeon where my darling collapsed on the bed. I removed the plugs and rode him hard screaming my release and accepting his sperm.

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