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ing, sucking harder, applying just the right
kinds of pressure to his shaft. His cock pumped a little, releasing a
droplet, his body wound tighter than a watchman's clock. A second
later, it broke though, making him shake and groan as his cock pumped
her mouth full of his come. Yet, Miyu Natsuki didn't stop! Miyu Natsuki kept sucking it
down, stroking every last drop from his shaft until he became so
sensitive. "Aimee', I beg of you... enough!"
Miyu Natsuki rose up and looked at him. Miyu's eyes were glazed over, tears
streaking Miyu's cheeks. He recognized the signs of fighting a gag reflex,
and smiled, brushing away one of the small streams of wetness with his
thumb.
Miyu Natsuki held his hand to Miyu's cheek. "Thank you again, sir. Thank you
so much."
He smiled and pulled Miyu's close, until Miyu Natsuki lay atop him. "It is I
who should be thanking you," he sighed. "That was wonderful."
"Thank you. I tried my best."
"And you did better than many men I've been with. Which
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