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She moaned, “M-maybe.”
I pushed deeper into her, filling that pussy to seventy percent.
She cried out in pleasure, interrupting my rhythm with little gasps that made me even more turned on.
With other women, I loved hurting them with my cock and making them scream in horrified ecstasy.
With Mariah, I would be gentle and loving.
I only wanted her to feel pleasure, no pain.
“You’ll be able to take it all soon, baby.” I played with her clit and thrust my cock at a deeper angle.
“My God!”
And in a matter of minutes, the first waves of my orgasm broke over me.
She screamed, “I’m coming!”
“Fuck yes!” My eyes rolled back as I jetted ropes of hot cum into her pussy. And she milked every bit.
Maybe. . .fifty or sixty days. . .
Chapter 7
Seven Spankings
Gabriel
The next day, I putoff finding Savio again.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to spend more time with Mariah.
This morning, I took her shopping, certain she was the type to get gifts for her family and friends. There had been so much happiness on her face; and I found I loved to please her.
Hand-in-hand, we strolled through the mall. I handed her my credit card, and she grabbed this item and that. She even convinced me to buy a present for my father and Dog. I got them both Patek Phillip watches—the Golden Eclipse model for my father and the Nautilus for Dog.
