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My stomach is full of these rampant little bats that are slaughtering each other, and I can’t stop looking at him as I lick him and swallow around his crown just the way he likes it. Because apparently, I love his praise. It’s sending me to the edge. “I’m close. Mmm, you’re doing so well, baby.” That spark comes again, and I swear the bats are multiplying by the second. I like that he’s close and that I’m the reason, but mostly, I like that he’s not calling me by my last name. “Fuck,” he grunts. “You going to drink my cum?” I nod again, mesmerized as his abs tighten. The blood is still trickling down, making a mess, and I swallow anything that comes into my mouth, taken by his expression. There’s deep euphoria on his handsome face, an erotic bliss that shakes his large body, as he shudders and comes down my throat. Somehow, I find myself licking around his cock as he pulls it out. Our eyes meet as cum cascades down either side of my mouth, mixing with the blood. “What a mess,” he mutte