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“That's it sweetheart”, Dean grunted as he thrust into you slowly for what felt like the millionth time. Hours of prolonged torture, pushing you to the edge and then dragging you back again, over and over again. While it felt like you had been laying there, wrists tied to the headboard, for years, in reality, it had only been a little over an hour.
Skin sticky with sweat you squirm against the sheets seeking more friction, more touch, more anything. But as slow as he thrust in he pulled back, making sure to hit all of your sweet spots, but too gentle to have the desired effect.
His hand traveled back down your body to spread your juices around your opening and his cock, making it easier for him to keep sliding in without friction at that punishingly slow pace.
“Please, please, please” you repeated it over and over begging. Whether it was begging him to stop or hurry the hell up you didn't know. You just needed something to change. Arching your hips up towards his he pulls back ridding you of finding your own pleasure.
Suddenly, something snapped in Dean.
He started thrusting harder than you've ever experienced, pushing and pulling. Dripping the sweat from his chest onto you as your breasts rub over his front. Balls slapping against your ass hard enough that you feel as if he had taken a paddle to you.
Pushing you over the edge you finally cum, but this is different from normal. Cum squirts out of you onto deans waist making him explode at the sight, forcing his seed deep inside of you.
“Told ya I could make you squirt sweetheart”