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He stroked hi a litany of praises and explicit instructions of the “good boy” or “show me that hole, boy” variety Yes, he called me “boy” I wasn’t sure what to think of that, but the state of my cock was proof that I didn’t hate it I s ers when he added a second and the tip of a third He twisted the ht be tested later

He pushedcombination of dirty talk and expert handiwork And just when I thought I ht come, he pulled away and set his sheathed cock at my hole

My eyes watered in response I couldn’t help it He was thick and rock hard I set o slow He nodded, then bent to kiss ue between my lips as he inched his way inside I lifted my hips and rested my feet on his back when he went still

“I’m okay now You can move,” I hummed after a few seconds

“Monna make it”

I sht explode after a stroke or tas heady stuff He’d unknowingly evened the playing field and given me a lovely boost of confidence

He didn’t letHe captured my mouth and rocked his hips—slowly at first, then with a bit ht spot I huggedto hi in tiainst the wall

When he lifted hiripped asm was too close I couldn’t outrun it, and there was no way I was going to stop hione as me

Next thing I knew, his hands were onlike a wild beast He shivered as he battedht up to me

Cum shot over my belly and as far north as my left nipple The scientist in me was tempted to do the math on the arc and trajectory of my ejaculation, but I couldn’t breathe, let alone compute

I sucked in air like a fish out of water, torn betanting hiet off me He must have read my mind; a moment later, he scooped me in his arms and rolled sideways, his half-hard dick buried in lasses

“Thanks,” I said lamely

“You’re welcome”

I wiggled on his cock “You’re still hard”