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I wanted it rolling down my throat, where I could store it forever.

So I gave her more, a fierce combination of my hand and tongue, until I sensed she was getting to a point where she wouldn’t return, and that was when I rose. I didn’t bother taking my pants off—time was far too limited at this point. I just unzipped them, my hard-on popping through the hole of my boxer briefs and out the fly of my pants. With an urgency I hadn’t felt before, I tore off the corner of the foil with my teeth, and once I had myself covered in the latex, I growled, “I need you. Now.” I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. And while I continued to aim the back of her shoulders against the wall, I slowly thrust in. My head fell back. My balls clenched. “You’re so tight.”

“And you’re huge,” she hissed. “Jesus, Mr. Boston.”

I stayed buried, not moving at all to allow her to get used to me.

While she constricted around my shaft, her breathing turned labored, her nails now digging through my jacket a