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Death Makes Me Feel Alive

Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: kittykat94, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

quickly gave way to pleasure. He and I both moaned with each thrust, overcome with the feeling. His long, hard cock felt so good inside my pussy, and I could tell my pussy felt good around his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper inside me. I could feel something building at the base of my stomach, a pressure that built greater and greater each time he thrust inside me. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he groaned. “Your pussy… it feels too good.” He thrust harder a few times, and I felt myself come undone. My pussy clamped tight on his cock and I screamed. I felt his cock twitch, and he yelled, releasing rope after rope of cum into my pussy. He then collapsed next to me, gathering me into his arms. “Are you in pain?” he asked. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” “No, I don’t hurt. I feel amazing.” I smiled at him. “So… will you stay?” he asked. “I’ll make a good life for you here. And you can leave whenever you want.” “Okay I’ll stay.” I agreed. “On one condition though.” “And what would that be?” “That you help me on my thesis! It’s due at the end of the month!” “Alright”, he grinned. “But I’m not done with you yet!” Kissing me he pulled me on top of him and I wondered if, at this rate, my thesis was going to be finished at all.