Glasses Fetish [CLOP]

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>You couldn’t breathe, each gasp seemed to give you little and take even more from you.
>But you loved it.
>You weren’t sure why you had gotten such curious gazed when you won a backstage pass to Vinyl’s show, but it was pretty clear now.
>The DJ bobbed on your length in rhythm with her own song playing loudly in the background, your moans drowned out by each octave, each drop.
>Watching her work was mesmerizing. Her fur slick with the sweat she had accumulated through the night. Her mirrored glasses reflecting the tightening muscles in your stomach as you tried to fit back in inevitable
>It was easy to stay in control like this, her bobs had become repetitive, her slick tongue running along your length before dragging slowly across the tip was driven by lust, instinct, but you could hold out.
>You could have, if you had listened to this song before.
>You felt the bass push the air from your lungs as the final drop seemed to shake the building itself, and down she went, gulping hard as she swallowed your length whole before quickly popping off.
>She aimed your member at her face, dragging her hooves painfully slow as the song slowly started to die down, and just on the last note, with your ears ringing, you hear her sweet voice.
>”Do it.”
>You couldn’t hold back any longer as the combination of her earlier work, and the almost aggressive tone in her voice pushed you over the edge, load after load of your seed coating her muzzle, mane, and streaking her goggles white.
>She giggled and kept rubbing as your orgasm finally died down.
>”So,” she purred softly, pulling her glasses up, a few drips of cum running down her muzzle.
>You felt the building shake again as another song began to play.
>”Ready for round two?”