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He bucked his hips, fucking my face now, his cock slamming into the back of my throat. I choked and slurped, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I didn't stop—couldn't stop. The taste was salty and bitter, his precum flooding my mouth. Then he tensed, a guttural roar escaping him, and he erupted. Thick ropes of cum blasted down my throat first, hot and viscous, forcing me to swallow greedily to keep up.