Zafer’s POV I was crying. Not from pain — though there was plenty of that — but from the overwhelming pleasure that kept crashing through me in waves I couldn’t control. My body had never felt anything like this. Every nerve was lit up, every inch of me hypersensitive, and Vaelor showed no sign of stopping. He leaned over me, Eyes low, like he was drunk on the feeling, his long dark hair falling like a curtain around us, shielding my flushed face from the rest of the world. His lips found mine in a deep, hungry kiss. At the same time, his thick cock rutted slowly against my swollen, leaking hole, not pushing inside yet, just sliding the heavy length between my cheeks, teasing the sensitive rim over and over. One of his large hands wrapped around my spent cock, stroking it with slow, firm movements. I was only leaking watery fluid now, but he kept touching me anyway, drawing out every last tremor. His other hand cradled my face, thumb brushing my cheek as he kissed me deeper,
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