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“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash Try harder,” he says with a grin, not letting go

“Please, please I need you to fuck ” The words fall out fro with true desperation

“That’shis hands out ofitself in me to the hilt as a shrill screa in the world than having a cock like Arsen’s straining againstme hard

When all his cock is inside ofmy body back and forth as I lean forward and place ging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even register it; he si as his thrusts grow harder and more violent I just closehi less than the whole world

“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way throughholes in it as htens around his cock like aso hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst

I’ to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still inforward, he whispers into my ear

“It’s tiht insideover me Get started? What does he mean by that? God, I’ve already ca started?

He cutshis hands on s on his lower back,over his shoulders He takes one step forward and pinsto trust as fast as he can His cock pierces ainst the wall,a loud hollow sound with each of his thrusts The paintings on the wall start to waggle, threatening to crash on the floor, but we’re way past caring, in fact, we go even harder One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that, the second painting co this time

With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissingme, takes two steps toward the small table on the corner of the room With just one hand onon top of the table to the floor A lamp, the phone, a bunch of newspapers, you na down in an instant The tabletop clear, he sits ain

We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire consuif everyone on this floor can hear the ruckus we’re causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on the floor starts to ring He si his cock intosound of the phone fills the whole room for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back fro at the phone

Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out ofthe phone froreen button and takes it to his ear, his eyes still locked on mine

“Yes?”

“Mr Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s perfect Thank you But I’ht now so --”

“Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’uess that, uh, you being busy is so some calls fro about the noise, sir”