Chocked, Edged, Shot Everywhere 🥵

Story

You liar~! 🥹 He looked so wronged, pouting and whispering: “You said you were about to finish on the couch…” I replied, “I was about to.” “Then why did you keep going so long? 🥹” “Because I could keep going~” “You already finished inside me, what more do you want?” I smiled and answered proudly: “That was just the warm-up.” Then baby suddenly popped up the cutest joke: “I was Coco just now~” (Yeah, our little bubble tea master moment 😓) “You’re way too tight…” We got comfy in his favorite position — face to face. He was breathless, moaning, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop… don’t stop…” He played with himself, and every time he did, I felt him clench even tighter. I couldn’t hold it in anymore either: “This feels too good… way too good.” “Just keep holding me like that… all the way.” “Get in now. No playing by yourself!” I reached for the lube, warmed it in my hand, and just before touching him— He stopped me with that spoiled, bossy tone: “Use me. That’s what I’m here for.” “Of course. I’ve got you, baby~” (He pouted playfully as he said it. Illegally cute.) That one moment… when the world narrowed down to just us. My hand gently wrapped around his neck, our eyes locked. His eyes started to haze over, lips parted but soundless. I kept going deeper, harder—until his toes curled and his whole body trembled underneath me. He lay there, blissfully lost to sensation, caught in every wave. When I finally let go, he gulped air like he’d just surfaced from deep water. Then came the pleading: “Don’t stop… more… deeper—” His voice was shaking, words were rambling, and eyes were tearing up. “Just ruin me, babe…” So I did. One last deep stroke— His body arched, his breath caught in his throat, and then… He lost it. He trembled, cried out, and melted under me completely. Eyes glossy, voice hoarse, body undone. We were tangled in everything that made this night unforgettable.