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Peter ran his fingers through my hair as he groaned and cried out, "Angie, yes!" He gasped. I sucked harder and slower. His body tensed up and his grip on my hair became almost too tight. With an earsplitting scream he he erupted in my mouth. Hungrily, I swallowed every drop of his cream and stroked his sack. Peter loosened his grip on my hair and dropped to his knees, "Thank you." He panted and licked the remains of his juices from my lips, "Mmm, I don't taste too bad." He purred, "How do you think I taste?" "Sweet and creamy." I whispered. Peter gripped the back of my hair and pulled it roughly, "Do you want me to drill you now?" He growled. I nodded eagerly. "Are you sure? It's gonna hurt." He said as he pulled my clothes off. "Yes, I'm sure." I panted desperatly. He chuckled and began to remove his own clothes...