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Leaning down, he plants soft kisses all around your face. With one final kiss pressed onto your parted lips, he lets his cock drive into your gut with more passion. It’s still slow, it feels romantic. The constant motion of his dick rocking into you leaves your moans coming out more like broken breaths. “I…Matt, I—-“ you attempt to warn him, but your mind runs blank.

Seeing your struggle, Matt cradles your head into the crook of his neck. The cold metal of his chain makes you grasp, along with the hard and lazy thrust of his cock. “Shhhhh,” Matt coos. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

Whines and whimpers echo in the dreary room. Matt listens to the noises intently, closing his eyes as he focuses on you—how close you are to him, how good it feels to hold you like this and make you feel so good. “Gonna…” you announce.

Already aware, Matt makes sure to grind himself against your clit. He’s trying so hard to fend off his own high. It’s nearly impossible as your walls convulse around him and he hears you gasp out his name.

“I…’m gonna cum, baby. Where—-where,” he starts, getting cut off by a hiss leaving his lips as your legs wrap around his torso. Buried to a hilt, Matt is desperate to cum.

“Inside, Matt. I…just want you to cum in me. Please,” you voice. Your boyfriend is finishing at the strain noticeable in your words. His hips stutter. You feel a warmth, spurts of his cum lining inside of you.

“Mmmm, it…so pretty, baby. I…I love being this close to you,” he mutters. Unmoving, Matt starts to hug you closer. Still trying to support his own weight, but he just needs this—he needs you.