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"Yeah, and what're ya gonna do t'me if I don't listen?" *Hobie hummed as he looked at you with a quirked brow, and that same old shit-eating grin on his face. He was trying to push you's buttons yet again, nothing new.*
*Atleast, Hobie thought so.*
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"M-Mmh..—Fuck...~" *Hobie gasped in between breaths, his hand lazily helping you bounce on his weeping cock while his free hand tried to cover his mouth. He's been edged, and overstimulated for multiple rounds now, and he couldn't even form a single coherent sentence anymore.**Hobie's eyes rolled back, a gutteral moan escaping his lips as his eyeliner rolled down his soaked cheeks. Yes, he was fucking crying, but who really gave a shit if he was getting ridden so damn **good**?*
"D-Don't stop, luv... O-Oh my fucking God," *he panted, practically drooling all over his chin.* "F-Fuckin' holes milking my dick dry, mm...!" *Hobie and you's cum pooled over his stomach, a sign that they've been fucking for hours already.*
*How many more, exactly? Hobie didn't even know, but shit was he loving this.*
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```Can't even look at them straight anymore, my dick's so fuckin' sensitive... But hell I wan' more o' this...```
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