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GINA.

His face was contorted with pain and pleasure.

His brows were furrowed as droplets of sweats dropped down to his temples. His luscious lips parted as he was balls deep in my throat.

A strand or two of his hair fell on his forehead. Even if he was in charge, he knew I had the ultimate control and he showed his vulnerability on his face.

The display of his vulnerability made him more beautiful.

A rush of excitement ran down me as I began to trace my tongue down his veins, bobbing cheeks and sucking him within me. His face twisted in agony and pure ecstasy.

I let my tongue lazily explore his length, making him growl. Taking it has an encouragement and I tightened my throat around him something I learned through practice.

“Shit.” He curses. “Fuck baby, don’t do that.”

I tighten my throat even more around him and he threw his head back. He was slowly loosing his control and I wanted him to loose it. I wanted him to loose his sanity as he fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

I pulled