His world tilted. Brandon whimpered as her thick, uncut cock spread him open again.She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until she was balls deep and fully seated.“You’re not allowed to touch your cock,” she said, voice husky. Gay sex Whispered filth in his ear.“You want to cum just from my cock?”“Yes, Goddess,” he moaned.“You want to be ruined?”“Yes…”Her pace intensified, perfectly timed with the rising swell of the music, the glow of the molly, the low burn of weed.Every nerve in his body felt like it was vibrating.And then—It happened.His body locked.His toes curled.And his cock pulsed without being touched.He cried out—a strangled, broken sound—as ropes of cum spilled onto the leather below.Hands-free.Uncontrolled.Unforgettable.Licious didn’t stop.She fucked him through the orgasm, hips grinding hard and deep, until she let out a guttural moan and spilled inside him.Her cum oozed around her shaft, mixing with his, dripping down his thighs.She stayed inside him, both of them panting, pressed together like puzzle pieces.“You did it,” she whispered. “You haven’t cum. Not yours.”He shivered.She bent him over the sling and removed the plug slowly, licking her lips as his hole pulsed open for her.Then she rimmed him.Long, deep strokes of her tongue that had him moaning into the leather cushion.
