Over the Edge

You rub your fat, wet head over my clit, teasing me until I’m begging you to fuck me. I open my legs wide.

“Please,” I whimper.

You press into my cunt, slide in slow and easy. And you wait as I pant. You press in further, flick your thumb over my clit.

I groan and that–thank the gods!–is what sets you off. You yank my hips up and fuck into me hard, ramming into me over and over until I cum hard.

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