34. Con's Peak

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KYLEN Lyra left out a soft moan as she caressed my balls. She was a good c*ck sucker. I closed my eyes as she started to move faster, her fingers working in tandem with her lips. I let out a low growl. "Faster, bitch." She whimpered, but moved faster, her head bobbing back and forth, my c**k hitting her throat. She gagged, but didn't stop. I grabbed her by her hair, my body tensing. She let her fingers move to my ass, softly working me. I heard a knock just as I spilled my c*m into her mouth. I pulled up my pants, shoving Lyra back a step when there was another knock. She stumbled slightly, but caught herself, brushing her hair back with a pout. “Get out,” I muttered. She stood slowly, eyes flicking to my face with something like defiance, but it was fleeting. She nodded, smoothin

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