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Hayley's lips wrap around him, pulling his hips forward and shutting her eyes as she takes on his strong musk. His fingers tug at the headboard, gripping the cold metal tight and shutting his eyes as Hayley pleases him however the fuck she wants.

Taylor had told her, "just do whatever you want. Tie me down, shut me up. I honest to god don't care, it's your birthday."

And Hayley had replied she was going to Home Depot. She'd be back in an hour.

So here they are, Taylor arching his hips from the bed, his hands tied tight against the board and his eyes covered by a cheap cloth. Hayley had told him she wanted to hear him so he's letting out every moan that comes to him as her fingers dance across his skin and her mouth swallows him down.

"/Hayley/," he moans, grinding his hips up against her face. She quickly pins him back down, though and pulls off.

"Gonna try something," she mumbles as she pulls off her shirt and bra and takes his cock back in her hand, "Don't hold anything back."

There's a moment of silence, nobody says a thing and all Taylor can hear is his girlfriend moving.

Then he feels his fucking cock rolling between her tits.

"Oh fuck!" He groans, thrusting himself up between her breasts and gripping the ropes tighter, "Shit, oh my god."

Hayley rubs his cock between her, adding as much friction as she can as he just continues to groan and arch and thrust.

"I'm gonna cum, Hayley, oh fuck, please!"

"Cum," she replies and just like that, he's squirting across her neck and his stomach and her face.

She watches his legs shake and his head throw up and his back arching. He's going through fucking ecstasy and she knows he could have lasted longer but she kind of wants to play with him like this where he can't get hard for a while.

Taylor relaxes against the bed, panting softly and biting down on his lower lip when she licks up his climax.

"Fucking perfect," she mumbles.