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Sam moaned out as he felt the thick hot liquid spill in rope onto his tongue, the taste wasn’t anything to write home about, but the sensations that came with it, the knowledge that he’d made her cum, that she’d used him for pleasure made him squirm in delight as he swallowed. bangla After a few long moments, her breath heavy and laboured, she leaned back, leaving just the tip of her slowly softening cock in his mouth, panting hard as she looked down at him both of them satisfied, but expectant. “Oh… Oh my gods…” she laughed a little, biting her lip as she drew her tip out of his pursed lips, a soft pop sounding out as she moved up, resting her thick semi-hard cock across his face, pressing her balls to his mouth with he obligingly kept open, tongue working over the smooth sack, weighing and tasting each heavy nut, “You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? Fuck.” Sam blushed as he sucked and kissed her chocolate nuts, as if thanking them for the gift they’d given him, “Mmfm…” “Yeah I know sweety, you wanted me to fuck you and christen your new ass-pussy,” she smirked and reached down, stroking a hand through his lovely hair, his hands gliding down her body to rest on her hips, her breasts rising and falling with her breathes, no longer supported by his hands, “Don’t worry, we’ll fuck when we go to bed, my bed, our bed, you sleep with me now.” With another muffled moan he nodded village cutely, knowing his fate and looking forward to every single second of it. Cassandra had promised him everything he wanted and, over the next two weeks, she more than delivered. While he maintained his masculinity to a point, refusing her offer of becoming a woman like her, she’d certainly done a number on him. 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