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By (user no longer on site) OP
35 weeks ago
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His Room — 12:27 AM
He had held on as long as he could. Every pulse, every quiver, every scream from her made his grip falter. But watching Sophie — the woman he had fantasized about for years, the Milf from the school run, the one whose face he had longed to see — lose control in front of him, and hearing the raw, wet, desperate sounds of her orgasm, shattered whatever remnants of restraint he had left.
His cock pulsed, slick and taut in his fist, his hips jerking involuntarily. He groaned, a low, ragged sound, and his body betrayed him entirely.
“I—fuck—Sophie…” he gasped, unable to stop, unable to think of anything except her, the sight of her face, the sound of her screams.
His head fell back, mouth open, eyes wild. His hips bucked forward, each stroke faster, harder, reckless.
And then it happened.
He came.
Jets of hot, sticky cum shot from him, landing across his desk, spilling toward the laptop, streaking down his hand as he stroked himself through the climax. Every pulse, every gush synchronized with her screams, the sound of her own release filling his ears and shaking his body.
“Ohhhh—yes! Iaaiinnn!!” Sophie screamed again, breathless, face flushed, hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips parted in pure, unrestrained ecstasy. She arched her back, hips thrashing, as the toy inside her continued to pulse and squeeze, dragging her higher even as he lost himself completely.
He groaned, shuddered, trembling, unable to stop, each spurt spilling closer and closer to the screen, to her, like he was offering every inch of himself to her gaze.
The laptop caught every reflection, every glisten, every desperate shiver of his body. And Sophie — still panting, still quaking, still utterly undone — saw it all.
He slumped back, chest heaving, body slick with his own release, eyes still glued to her, utterly spent yet consumed by the shared intensity.
And she, still gasping, still trembling in the aftermath, could finally smile behind the mask-less face that had tormented him so long — victorious, raw, and completely, unmistakably hers.
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this is so good 
