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For fifteen minutes he degraded me, using every word that he could to convince me I was nothing more than a means to his end. Every time he commanded me to scream I wanted to bite my lip and tell him to go fuck himself, but every single time he had a way to get me to fail. Every time he demanded that I cry I tried to hold back my tears, but the truth was they never ceased falling. Fifteen fucking minutes before Mr. Facelli finally exploded inside of me in the most intense and brutal wave of cum I’ve ever been filled with. He collapsed on top of me, his cock still shoved inside of my ass, his weight nearly crushing me beneath him. God, I could only wish in that moment that it was over. He laid on top of me and kissed me then for several moment, refusing to pull out until his cock slipped out naturally, having fallen flaccid. He kissed my shoulder, he kissed my neck, and he kissed my lips, gripping my hair tightly as he did and holding it threateningly. I had no fight in me… I let him. His lips crash down on mine and we kiss through the last tremors of our orgasms, holding each other tightly. Finally, he rolls to the side and pulls my head onto his chest. I lift one leg and drape it across his. “That was amazing,” I say. He kisses the top of my head. “You’re amazing,” he says. “I’m so glad you decided not to wait for me to pick you up.” “Me too,” I murmur. “And the bonus is that we started so early, so we can still make it to dinner. I made reservations at a great fondue place. The perfect spot to linger over dinner. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “Mm-hmm,” I say, although right now I really just want to curl up with him and go to sleep. Kyle wraps his hand in my hair and pulls just a little to get my attention. “Come on, beautiful. I’m hungry. Tennis followed by you has given me a huge appetite. We can go pig out and then work it all off later.” That wakes me right up. Suddenly, lingering over dinner doesn’t seem at all important. We decide to take a quick shower.
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