Pull out of Amy mouth

He pulled out of her mouth, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You know, I could never get enough of your sweet mouth." He stroked her face with the back of his hand, smearing the cum across her cheeks like war paint. "It's too bad your pathetic boyfriend can't give you what you really need."

Her eyes watered, but she didn't dare move, not until he released her. The taste of his cum was bitter and salty on her tongue, a stark reminder of her betrayal. Yet she couldn't help the little thrill that shot through her as he called her a slut, as if it were a term of endearment, a declaration of her worthiness to serve his desires.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now, that's a sight to behold," he said with a laugh, his voice echoing through the penthouse. "Your boyfriend won't know what hit him when he sees you like this."

Her cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She knew she should be disgusted, that she should feel guilty for what she had just done. But instead, she felt alive—more alive than she had in months. And as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire and cum, she knew that she would be back for more, that she was hooked on the thrill of being used and degraded by a man who knew exactly what she needed.

Her body was trembling with need, her pussy slick and begging to be filled. He took in the sight of her, his cock still glistening with her saliva, and knew exactly what she craved next. With a smirk, he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to her feet, and then bent her over the edge of the bed. The plush comforter was a stark contrast to the roughness of his grip, but she didn't care. All she cared about was feeling him inside her, her wet snatch begging for his thickness again.

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