shaky and still drunk with the feeling of power, the
Posted on: October 09, 2008
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| My orgasm lurked below, ready, but under control. I wanted this power to last; this was the rough hard fuck that never happened with Julia.
My eye caught the mirror on the wall, the reflection of my own hips driving down against a body nearly identical to mine. Still looking, shifting round, a view from the rear, two bodies in symmetry, equal, my balls hanging just above his. I watched my own buttocks sink towards his, and felt the vibrations from his back as he groaned deeply; pure, animal, ball-busting, sweat-dripping, ho-holds-barred cock. Too much for me to hold back on, and I grappled him hard, a vice-like grip, while I went into orgasm, feeling shot after shot of hot cum spray deep into him. One of those climaxes that goes on and on, coming back in little waves, and I was still oozing cum when I’d pulled away and peeled off the condom. I looked at him for a while, lying dozily on the bed, panting heavily, his crack slippery with lube, his skin fluhed and sweaty. Then, a bit shaky and still drunk with the feeling of power, the perverse thrill, I left the flimsy cabin without a word. no, you can empty your balls into a cute young body and not have to make soppy conversation afterwards. |
