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"Shit you're killing me," he growls as he increases his speed, both hands holding each of my legs firmly making my butt fly on the air. I'd say I'm 20 degrees inclined to the bed, and have been this way since the past few minutes.

The sound of our skin slapping each other's adds to the mixture of moan and scream from me. He's been lifting my legs in all angles, I wonder when will he finally come. I remember it took only minutes when I blew him in the past but today, it seems like forever. He is still drilling me.

Not that I complain but I feel guilty for only cumming on my own. Multiple times, if I may add. While he's still looking for one. Is it because I'm not his type that he can't come?

"Fuck! I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" He sounds like he's in pain, as I grab my bedsheet, needing to hold onto something while I ride my orgasm. I don't know how many I've had since we started but it seems like they keep on coming, one after another, while he curses every time I have it