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Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Her movements were sloppy before she slammed back hard against him, screaming as she climaxed hard around him.
 
She blushed, feeling some of his cum drip from her; he had really vivid dreams sometimes. Maybe he would remember? "I'm glad, sweetie...~ I did, too..~"
 
She blushed more and held onto him as best as she could, just enjoying the peace before she pulled herself from his dream.
 
Everything was pretty normal as normal goes the following days; Koda did some final touches to the house between work and entertaining Layla. As she became more comfortable with their physical relationship, she came to him a bit more regularly when she had energy to be intimate. And Koda never minded at all. In fact, he loved being so physical with her.
He was at his desk doing some work, on a business call, when Layla was in the mood. She sat under his desk as she listened to his phobe call, feeling bad for wanting to interrupt but at the same kind not really caring if she disrupted his call.
 
Koda was unaware like usual, picking up calls and directing them to the correct departments, answering them when he could.
 
He was in the middle of helping a customer when she couldn't help herself anymore. She just loved the way he spoke and how firm he was. She reached and started to open his pants slowly, face flushed darkly.
 
He paused for just a moment, but picked up the conversation as if he’d never stopped. Had he not noticed?
 
He had to have noticed. It didn't matter, she wanted him so bad. She got his pants open and freed his half hard cock, running her tongue slowly over the length of him.
 
He seemed to still be focusing on the call, even though he was rapidly growing, getting longer, thicker and harder by the second.
 
She sighed quietly in delight, her tongue wrapping around him down to his balls before pulling him deep into her throat.
 
He seemed unaffected by it. Was he really so focused on work? He throbbed hard in her throat, and soon she felt his hand tangle in her hair.
 
She braced herself gently against his thighs, swallowing him whole to the base slowly and then pulling him out of her throat at the same pace.
 
He muted his mic for a second, and let out a loud, low moan as he throbbed harder in her throat. He unmuted his mic and kept talking, but she could tell he was beginning to struggle.
 
She continued this pace, wanting him to snap and use her throat until he busted. She wanted him to break and either beg or take from her.
 
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