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'Now, cum for me,' she commanded, sitting up straighter, her eyes locked on his cock. 'Shoot it into your hand. All of it.' Peter's body tensed, a guttural moan escaping as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum spurted into his palm, hot and sticky, pooling there as he milked himself dry under her watchful stare. Isabella smiled wickedly. 'Don't waste it. Lick it up. Taste yourself for me.' Hesitant but aroused beyond reason, Peter brought his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at th