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His hands held the sides of my head as he began thrusting into my mouth, loud grunts leaving his mouth. His head was tipped backwards in pleasure and his moans were driving me nuts with pleasure. There was a feeling of pride in hearing him express the effect I had on him through his moans. It was fuel for me to do more. I took more of him into my mouth as my hands moved down between my legs to pleasure myself.

I could feel he was close to the edge and I rubbed myself quickly, hoping to come along with him. Within seconds, he stiffened and I could feel warm liquid slip into my mouth. My orgasm hit me immediately like a wave and my legs shook with pleasure. I took all of his cum, swallowing them and not letting any slip out of my mouth.

“God, you are incredible,“ Drew muttered, watching me swallow his cum.

I giggled in response, standing up from my kneeling position.

“Come here," he commanded, drawing me close to him. He kissed me deeply and senselessly. “You are going to be the deat
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  • Ghost Chefs   Chapter 1

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