I sink my voice straight into the softest parts of his skull and make his cock answer every word. He strokes because I decide the pace. He leaks because I want the mess. The peak I build is not the thin kind he already knows. It floods deeper, rewires the hunger, and leaves him ruined in the quiet I create. When I count him back he is still dripping and still mine.

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