wild, undulating motion, bouncing, revolving, grinding, writhing, bucking against each other. At the
Posted on: September 29, 2008
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| Jason tried to gauge the difference between Wesley’s skin of leather and what Jason’s palm recocked was the satin of Clavier’s flesh. Jason’s heart thumped in a strange way.
and from IT. But no where to go. His strong hand on my belly holding me in place, the restraints giving me no direction in which to escape.
Writhing, groaning, sobbing, crying out. nooooooo. Oh, God, oh, God, oh God. nossssss. Moooaan-n-n-n. Ahhhhhhgh!
My body twitching, writhing. Wayne's too. Both of us moaning, groaning. Out of control with waves of consuming passion. Bucking against each other, my butt slapping against his crotch, his crotch thrusting between my butt cheeks. Pulsating wand probing deeper, deeper along the top of Wayne's searching cock. Enflaming my inner walls deep inside me; waves and waves of sensation, pulsating wand counterthrusting with churning cock. His hand off my belly now and loosely wrapped around my cock. Me fucking his fist hard, insistently.
Ohhhhhhhh, Wayne! Madly finding his lips with mine and kissing deeply, the only point of steadiness beyond captured wrists and ankles. Everything else in wild, undulating motion, bouncing, revolving, grinding, writhing, bucking against each other. At the center, hard, relentless, all-consuming pulsing, moving deeper and deeper and deeper, sending bolts of intense pleasure and possession throughout my body.
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