We both kinda won and lost at the same time, so the bets were definitely off the table. But there was absolutely no way I wasn't getting what I wanted. I peeled myself off Draven's face, his c*m still warm and pooling in my mouth. Instead of swallowing, I held it, a delicious secret, as I spun around and slammed my hips down on his c**k. Draven let out this low, ragged whimper, his hips bucking instinctively, meeting my aggressive thrusts with an even harder rhythm.
God, he was impossibly huge, stretching me in this excruciatingly sweet way that made my eyes roll so far back I swore I saw stars behind my eyelids. Seriously, it was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Being stretched and stuffed to the absolute max like some Thanksgiving turkey definitely wasn't on my bucket
