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"Oh no you don't--" Rose said, reaching back to grab my balls again. She wanted to really leave me in agony. But she miscalculated: she didn't tie my hands down.

I grabbed both her wrists, and held them tight. I fucked back against her now, my hips slamming against hers, the bedsprings squealing beneath us. She could only twist and writhe while I pounded her.

"An-An-Anon--!" she cried, her voice jittery with the force of my strokes. "You-- you can't-- it's not--"

I was too far gone to care. I let go of Rose's hands and pulled her face to mine- this time it was my tongue raping her mouth.

"Not-- mmf--" she tried to warn me between my probing kisses. "Issh-- nooot shafe--"

I still didn't care. I buck my hips a final time, arching my back and fucked her so deep that I was actually lifting her partially off the bed - and finally I let my cum explode inside her. Having apparently given up on making me reconsider, she gives into the pleasure instead, and kisses me back. We held each other's faces and our tongues swirled around while I pumped my load into her. This was four years too late, I thought to myself back then.

She cried out, goes limp, and lays against me, sweaty, ruined, and leaking cum.

"I'm going to make you regret this," I told her.

"Mmm," she murmured, and kisses me again. We spent a long time like that, kissing lazily, while her pussy - still stuffed with my dick - leaked wetly on the mattress.

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