Long time Slowing stretching straining pausing my endurance all the way up her: All my weight poised on her ample cheeks, borne down through her loadbearing thighs, knees: There may come that confident moment when I sense, looming, the cheekrippling titswaying foamsighing slamgrunting cockclenching loving my yaw petite vessel as much as I can—
But not this time. Like Noah I sent out a bird that never returned.
"Are you tired?"
Angel's voice, from beneath me. Angel knows me so well. I rock back, shrinking and cooling. When she turns on her back and opens her legs, I crawl up between them, lay my head down, ear to her breastbone: She cradles me, locks her arms round my back, rocks me. As much as I can—
I’d jerked off first in the shower, my simple plan for a strong second come. Below my aging cube-dweller’s belly my cock was half-hard, ‘til I rummaged round up my asshole, cleaning myself for her rimjob, soapyfingered—
Lather jerk repeat:
My whole body stiff, while head down eyes closed I lean with my left hand on the shower’s wall, with my right hand jerking, jerking, jerking:
Come
on, come
on, come
on…
The hot water beats on my already heating shoulders.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 2/03/2007 11:59:00 AM
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"Is this your first time"? "Here?"
"What your name?"
"John."
"Do you have children?"
"No."
"Are you smart?"
"Smarter than some, not so smart as others."
"What is your job?"
"It would be hard to explain. Information technology."
"Technogy."
"What is your name?"
"Jenny."
"Slow, slow!"
"Are you married?"
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 2/02/2007 08:02:00 PM
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