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This time, when I collapsed, I wasn’t very well able to keep up much of a rhythm. I was barely conscious, orgasm still aftershocking through me. Andy chuckled. I giggled and fell over, Andy coming out and making us both gasp.

“Sweetie, we can stop, it’s ok-“ I sidled up against up against him, and Andy rolled on his side to face me. We were a sweaty mess, I was sure I’ve looked better. At the threat of stopping, a plan had formed quickly. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly pumped him, getting a raised eyebrow and a smile in response.

“I was thinking you could just switch with me? If that’s alright?” Andy’s smile widened, and his cock hardened. Fuck, he was so hot, with his hair all fucked up and covered with our sweat…

“If that’s what you want.” I nodded, grinning and giving his cock a little squeeze. Andy moved to hover between my thighs, and I eagerly wrapped them around his waist.

Andy waited, teasing me for a moment, just letting the head of his cock brush my labia. “You sure have a lot of stamina, aren’t you tired?” Fuck!

I pushed my hips up, managing to dip the head of Andy’s cock in my desire, but not get anything actually inside of me before he moved backwards. “Andy, please!” I didn’t have any other words, the lust was too great, but I didn’t want him to feel objectified. It was a choice. Did he really want to stop?

Apparently not. Everything happened at once. Andy was inside me again, balls-deep, thrusting hard. But he was also kissing me, on my lips, my neck, my breasts, sucking on my nipples. I clutched his back and held on for dear life, moaning his name as he fucked me so well I thought surely mere orgasm had been transcended.

It was hard and fast, and I panicked less when I felt the familiar tightening. But when I looked up, I saw Andy’s brows were contracted, like he was concentrating hard. Was he going to? “Ugh, fuck, (y/n), *pant* you’re so fucking tight!” I felt myself starting to go over the edge again, Andy’s cock hammering into me, one of his hands gripping one of my breasts tightly, possessively. Andy shot me an intense, lusty look. “Fuck *pant* I’m gonna-“

Andy groaned as we both came, and my mind stopped. I could feel nothing but the bliss of being filled by him, embraced by him, cumming around him. I drank in the warmth of his salty sweat-covered body, pumping its juices into mine, his lusty desire, his spend, his semen. My whole body accepted his offering, my passage contracted with the pleasure of it, milking his length for every last drop. I was full.

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