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A violent screa ainst the wall as I order my brain to keep myroo into the cool air of the rooasmic violence

I tre in ecstasy

“I like hearing you ainst ainsteven better”

“Then why don’t youif I can survive this Have I ever felt this much pleasure? If aon the dressing room door?

“Oh… Don’t worry, we’re just starting”

He pulls back,out, and puts rin on his lips, he places his hands on ainst the wall, shoulder height, and jut my ass back at him His hands run downainst h me; with his cock firrinding against his cock

I exhale sharply, ready for what’s to co it, push it down Placing the tip against

o and place my hand back on the wall

He eases into ainst the tip of his erect cock As he rit ain acco thickness When he’s in ently rhytho fast I want to go furious I start juttingmy hips with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me

“Harder…” I tell him harshly “Fuck me harder… I’m your step, not even capable of filtering my oords

“Bossy…” he whispers with a s his hands onme in as he thrusts, my mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts My back arches as I succumb to the hard sway of his hips, my body sandwiched between a man that’s half a decade my junior and a slab of concrete, no escape possible And, really, ould I want an escape? He should be the one wondering about escaping, because I’o anywhere—at least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is

Holding row into ame so fast that I can already feel the blood inside ritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away I can’t see or hear, I can only feel The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies le hint of mercy

I coain, ainst the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses throughHeaven Transcendence I’ve never been religious, but this is al? I’m not I’m out of control, I know, but that’s just a side effect of being fucked like this And, really, it’s not even a bad side effect; who doesn’t want to lose control from time to time?

It’s like that, without any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever, that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us Sure, if Michael ever found out about this, both Lance and I would be in deep trouble… But who cares about that right now?

He pulls his cock out and places his lips againstainst the wall My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously