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Chapter 28 by thenewagewriter thenewagewriter

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The rhythm of our thrusts faltered as Lena's eyes met mine, dark and pleading, her lips parting in a breathless whisper. 'Let me taste you, Holly—let me suck that thick cock until you lose it.'

Her words hung heavy, laced with the same raw need that clawed at me, the vulnerability of wanting to be devoured whole, bulge and all, without the hospital's prying eyes judging from afar. I nodded, heart pounding, pulling out of her dripping pussy with a wet pop, her walls clinging one last time, strings of our mixed arousal connecting us before snapping.

She shifted down the couch, her curvy body sliding under me, ponytail swaying as she positioned herself on her back, head tilted up, mouth open and eager.

Lena's lips wrapped tightly around the head of my cock, her tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, tasting the salty pre-cum mixed with her own juices. The heat of her mouth enveloped me, wet and sucking deep, pulling me in inch by inch until her cheeks hollowed, throat relaxing to take more of my girth.

I gasped, knees digging into the cushions on either side of her, my curvy hips hovering as she worked me with urgent pulls, her tongue swirling along the underside, tracing every vein with filthy precision. The sensation hit like a wave—hot, slick suction that made my balls ache, my pussy clenching below in sympathy, dripping onto the fabric beneath us.

Her hands slid up my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass, kneading the cheeks firmly, spreading them slightly as she pulled me closer. The pull urged me deeper into her mouth, her nails scraping lightly, sending sparks up my spine. Heat built fast between us, her breath hot through her nose against my skin, the room filling with the obscene slurps and gags as she bobbed her head, taking me to the back of her throat.

I could feel her trembling with desire, her own pussy still exposed and glistening, thighs rubbing together for friction, but she focused on me, on devouring the part of me that had drawn those stolen glances at work, turning shame into this greedy worship.

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