“I’m not your first tonight, you little whore”, I whispered, and
Posted on: October 24, 2008
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| Spread out, face down, his ass in the air against my thrusts, his face screwed up in intense pleasure. Each twitch and thrust I did, and his body writhed in response. This was supreme, absolute power. He did not mind how hard I gripped his muscular shoulders to pull his torso onto me, there was no tender caress, my hands gripped his body only to steady it firmer against my thrusts. His cries told me what hit his spot: the long deep drives, my tip nudging his anus, then in deep so my balls pressed up against him.
“I’m not your first tonight, you little whore”, I whispered, and his groans intensified. Through the thin partition wall between the cubicles, other couples groaned and fucked. The sweat ran off me |
