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By *euseme OP Man
2 weeks ago
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Long deep strokes, my hands holding him tightly, his tall thin body moving with me though my patience was being met with vigour. This lad wanted fucked and fast. In time I let my pace quicken, but on my terms. Letting my hands move over his body, his back, neck and sides feeling his push back with every stroke. I thought about stopping, pulling out, getting dressed and calling it a day knowing he was horny and in need of me. Then once he was about to get up, dress I'd kick his legs wide, slide on and fuck him fast, hard, r&p3 him. The thought turned me on more than I expected, shocked me even
My movements becoming faster till I was doing just that, now he was groaning, loudly, with occasional-fuck me' 'dont stop'. His body moving with every jerk we were fucki g now, the tables contents spilled, he hands gripping, knuckles white. I knew I was Cummings and soon, no joy without release, and it was soon, I wasn't going to give him a quick cum.
My body sweating, cock going like a piston, i surprised myself, didnt think I had the stamina.
He shouted it, loud that he too was cumming,
'Wait, wait, I'm almost there, almost there'.
To my annoyance I came up his back (his choice) then collapsed onto him, caught my breath.
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