Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
Max pulls the condom off, noting that it's absolutely filled with precum.
"Look at that. Mmmm. This load of precum is bigger than most guys' whole load, isn't it pet?"
You nod, suddenly feeling the substance hit you *much* harder. You can see *three* Max's.
She lifts the condom up in front of her face, and empties it into her mouth. "You taste so fucking good, baby, ohmigod."
"Meh me cuh" you try to tell her you want to cum as she grinds on your rock-solid member with her perfect naked body.
Then she kisses you, and you notice her mouth is still full of your precum. Snowballing isn't really your thing, but you go with it, still riding the edge.
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You find yourself wandering through the house with this beautiful perfect woman, and you're laying on a cloud.
She puts your cock into her mouth again, and the edge you've been riding just gets more and more intense.
"Pet can sleep with me, but your monster has to sleep in the kennel," she says teasingly. You smile and nod, wondering what the hell she's talking about and tryingtoremembertobeghertoletyoucumbeforetheworldjustfadesintonothingandyourcockisinherhandshescradlingitlikeatinypuppyanditfeelssosoftandsowarmandveryrigidandkindaunyieldingandandandyoureedgingagainandagainandharderandharderanditfeels sooooooooo goooooood.
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You wake up to exceedingly bright lights in a beautiful bed. Your suit is pressed and hanging on the closet door. You are, in spite of the absolute rager of a night you had, not hung over. You feel well-rested, and you look around for your hostess.