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Trevor's hips jerked up again and again from overstimulation. At some point he was going to be cumming dry but fuck it was so good.
He was practically sobbing at this point, cum painting his thighs and the dirty sheets underneath him. Your inner thighs, stomach were coated and dripping with a mix of your cum and his. None of it stayed inside you, not like either of you cared. This was one way to make Trevor cry and spill his emotions. His favourite way. "Momma... Momma please.. wanna cum again.." He whimpered, one hand trying to grip on the sheets. The other around the chain that was looped into his collar.
You chuckled and pulled the chain tighter, making a choking sob leave Trevor's lips. Your other hand was still jerking him off. It was annoyingly slick and with his hips contuiningly bucking up, you couldn't get any traction. The stench of sweat, sex and the dry desert sand mixed into his trailer. It was like a constant high the both of you adored. Mr raspberry jam was still watching on Trevor's bedside table. The single eye seeing the way Trevor was brought down to a whining, sobbing cum splattered mess.
"nothings working it seems... Guess I'll have to leave you be." You sighed, starting to pull away, sucking on your index finger.
"No... Noo momma please.. please... G-give me your fingers..." He weakly reached for your cum stained hand which you gave with a smirk. Seriously? You watched him suckle and swallow his own cum, cleaning your hand like it would give him any traction when your hand reached for his cock again.
"good boy... Such a good and tired boy... You look sleepy baby... Maybe we should shower and be done hm?" You gently let go of the chain wrapped around your hand and as much as Trevor wanted to come again, he felt like he was going to pass out so he nodded and followed your lead into the barely working shower.