[He says a few filthy things in the moment - complimentary of her, of course, but also just shy of edging on demeaning. "Yeah, yeah- take it," and all that. His voice tightens up the closer he is to coming, groaning with another slight tug of her hair right up until the point he jerks his hips forward, rolling them against the heat of her mouth, painting the back of it white with a few messy (yet vigorous) spurts.]
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