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I was close to finished stretching in my gym's free-style area, when I noticed a HOT older guy who I'd seen around campus. He shucked off his hoodie and was ready to go, starting his own stretching routine across, on the other side of the same area I was stretching in. And when I say HOT . . .
Early 40s (purely a guess), over six feet, curly brown hair, stubble approaching scruff in a dense pattern that showed he could grow a formidable beard without any effort, thick muscular corded arms and legs, well-shaped torso under his t-shirt which was tight enough to give me some sense of his muscularity as it clung to him as he moved. I was not hiding that I was looking at him, and at one point he made eye contact and smiled, never breaking the fluidity of his movements but holding my gaze long enough to make my jock strap start to get uncomfortable. Then he broke our gaze as he put his heel up on the rail and when he bent over to stretch himself along his leg, it was apparent that he was freeballing. By apparent I mean I got a great view at the greatest point in his stretch of his very appealing junk hanging out the leg of his shorts. And then he turned again toward me, and his smile was a grin as he put just a tad more effort into that stretch, exposing a bit more of himself out the leg of his shorts and making his big floppy cock and low hangers jiggle as his did.
My jock strap was at critical, my cock threatening to break free, and my breathing seemed to have stopped at some point because when he finally looked away as he came out of the stretch I exhaled long and noisily, which startled me. DAMN! Of course, he put his other heel up on the rail, and as much as I willed myself to look away, I couldn't, and before he fully stretched down over his leg, he turned his head to me with a wicked grin. My entire body flushed, which was surprising because it seemed most of the blood in my body was in my cock right about then. And then he pushed himself, exposed himself again, did that bounce, and I had to put my hand out to the rail on my side to steady myself. He was right pleased with himself, as his taunting grin showed.
I was determined to pull myself together and get through my workout, which now I needed even more than when I had got to the gym, stressed and needing the burn to get me back to a peaceful place. I grabbed my towel and was going to head to the cardio room, but to my horror I found my feet walking toward the hunky exhibitionist. I was committed by the time he saw me walking toward him, and he straightened and looked me square in the eye as I approached, then he let his eyes travel over my body with an intensity that rejuvenated that flush I'd had before. He put out his big hand as I neared and said, "Jack Torrance."
"Mads van Duessen," I said, though not without a trace of the flutters going on in my balls coming through my speech, and we clasped hands. A warm, strong handshake, which did nothing for the discomfort in my jock strap. His eyes returned to meet mine and held contact with nasty looking leer.
Neither of us pulled away. For quite a bit too long. Finally, I started to fill the silence, fidgeting against the obvious intentions of his leer. "I, uh," I started, and as I started to release his hand, he clasped mine harder, keeping us connected. That caused a rush from my nuts. "I enjoyed the hell out of your display there, Jack," I said, emboldened.
Jack looked down at my obviously uncomfortable bulge and then back up to meet my eyes again. "I see that," he said, his gaze turning more serious than before. "I enjoy a man who appreciates me and what I have to offer, so I make sure he knows the offer's there," he said, with a firm squeeze of my hand that almost made me whimper with need for him.
At that he loosened his grip, and I deliberately let my hand brush his crotch as my hand fell. He was well on his way to discomfort in his crotch as well. "So are we going to make small talk, Jack, or are we going to close this deal?" I said, my eyes boring into his.
That was the first I saw his control falter a bit, and I swear his eyes fluttered momentarily; I know he gasped a breath. "Abandon our workouts and just go for it?" he asked in a voice much lower than before as he worked his stance back to his leering challenge of before but obviously working at the control it took.
Now it was my turn to smirk and show the dirtiest of intentions. "Oh, Jack, believe me, we'll get a great workout in!" I growled quietly. I saw him shiver then. "But," I continued, "I could sure enjoy hot, sweaty after-workout sex too." I looked down and his shorts were obscenely tented. "That is if you think you could hold it together to do your workout," I challenged.
"Wow," he said, and he looked surprised to hear himself saying it. He licked his lip, and I'm pretty sure he had no idea he did that. "Well, uh, either way," he said.
I WANTED him NOW. But I also loved his awkward position. Freeballing is great in concept; but when you're in a gym with a bunch of people and your cock is jutting true north, there's no way to hide it. I knew he'd remember the sex we were going to have . . . but I decided I wanted him to have more to remember, the buildup to it. "OK, workouts, then sex. Done deal!" I proclaimed.
He looked startled, then regained himself and said, "OK, then. About how long do you usually take?"
I smirked and said, "For the workout or for the sex?"
His turn to flush, and it was cute on his handsome face. "I look forward to discovering the latter, but I was asking about the work—"
"I know," I laughed. "About 75 minutes, and I've already done the first ten stretching." And then I looked down at my own packed crotch and added, "Stretched more than I'd intended, actually," to which he laughed with me. "So front door in a bit over an hour?"
He looked momentarily like he was going to falter and say FUCK NO I'M NOT WAITING AN HOUR and drag me off right then, but that fantasy of mine wasn't realized. "Sixty-five minutes at the front – got it!"
I winked at him, and as I turned to walk away, I made sure my hand brushed his crotch once more. He was definitely going to have trouble with his workout . . . as was I.
After I got my mind back in my workout (and resultantly my cock went back to standby), I worked out HARD. I was focused, and both my run and my lifting was intense. It felt damn good, and I was almost sorry when my workout was over. But my reward to come was enough to focus me on the next workout . . . with Jack.
He had apparently had his own great workout. When I rounded the corner to the front lobby of the gym, he was standing there, completely soaked in sweat, as was I. I faltered for a moment, overcome with the desire to launch myself at him and lick him from head to toe and savor his sweat. His chest looked well-pumped under his soaked t-shirt, and the waistband of his workout shorts was soaked as well. The fur on his arms and out the top of his t-shirt was slick with his sweat, a detail which when I noticed was enough to make me walk up too close to him, our chests close enough to feel each other's heat through our sweaty shirts, and I leaned in and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," I exclaimed, soft enough so that only he could hear it.
"Let's get out of here," he said and pushed me toward the door.
We resolved my place or his place logically – his was about 6 blocks closer than mine. Neither of us had driven, which in retrospect was probably good or we might have been arrested for indecent behavior in a vehicle. As it was we started walking fast and then jogged, him grabbing my ass, my grabbing his crotch, back and forth as our pace increased.
We finally got to his building, and he led the way in and up the stairs three flights until we got to his door, me sort of crashing him into his door as he was unlocking it because I needed to be ON him THEN. We were both laughing and growling, and he moaned as I brazenly licked the back of his sweaty neck just before he got the lock undone and the door swung open.
Falling inside, he managed to kick the door shut as I launched onto him and pushed him against the wall. I had my body pressed against his, cocks hardening the rest of the way as they pressed together, chests heaving pressed together, his hands groping my ass and pulling me tighter against him, my face buried in his neck below his chin, licking his sweat, sucking his neck.
In a swift move, Jack pulled me around and shoved me against the wall and had his hands up under my shirt pulling it up, forcing my hands away from him to get it off, and he flung it as his mouth went to my nipples. He had his groin grinding against mine as he chewed my nips and caused my balls to send electric blasts through my body. When he forcefully pulled my arm up again and dove into my left armpit with his tongue, I thought I might cum right then in my shorts.
I forced myself to think of football – no that didn't work, because my favorite national team hottie I jacked off to often was all I could think of was all that came to mind as this stud licked my other armpit and then moved up to chew and lick my neck. His fingers were on my nipples all the while, and I was certain my jock strap was soaked with a layer of precum added to my sweat by now.
I groped at Jack and forced my hands between us so I could grab his raging hardon which was out the leg of his shorts. He growled at high volume and bit my neck hard right above my collar bone when I gripped it, and I moaned from the feel of it, far larger than I'd hoped for. When I got a handful of his big furry nuts, he hissed and took my head in both his hands and shoved his forehead against mine. "Wanna FUCK you," he declared, panting. My response was to squeeze his cock and give his balls a light yank.
Jack broke away from me suddenly, propelling himself back and catching the waistband of my shorts before he was too far away. He spun in a smooth move and pulled me as he half ran to stairs and pulled me up after him to a loft that was his bedroom. All I could focus on at the time was his strong arm, shoulder and back muscles, and my thoughts were to those muscles rolling and flexing as he piston-fucked me with that big cock of his. I reached up and through his legs and got hold of his hardon from behind, half-hobbling him and making him stumble as he climbed the stairs. "I FUCKING want THAT," I declared.
Jack laughed and stopped abruptly and turned, almost dislocating my wrist before I had to let go of him, and from one stair above me he reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me fully off my feet and against him. I was momentarily afraid we'd both fall backward down the stairs, a slightly different ending than I'd hoped for to this evening. But he lifted my two hundred and five pounds of lean solid muscle on my six-five frame like I was a pillow, and hugged me against him, me off my feet, our cocks together again between us, and he pressed his mouth to mine and was forcing my lips open.
I don't kiss. It's not my thing. Any of my tricks will tell you I just don't. But Jack's tongue was between my lips and beyond my teeth before I could even realize I'd let him. My tongue met his, and we dueled some, and then I started sucking his tongue, and then I sucked harder.
Jack growled into my mouth as I sucked his tongue. He lifted me higher, effortlessly, and got his big jutting cock between my legs and then settled me down on it like straddling a log, almost like I was sitting on it. He took a step up, and it served to bounce me on his cock, and somehow he got his dripping wet head up the leg of my shorts and jammed against my needy hole, and DAMN I wanted him inside me.
My eyes rolled back, and my entire body tried to force myself down onto his cockhead, but he was quicker and had his cock pushed behind again, and I'm certain I whimpered into his mouth and I bit his tongue and sucked it harder. To that, Jack laughed a little, and he picked up his pace, carrying me up the last few steps and teasing my hole with every step.
I ALMOST got my hole around that big cockhead when we both settled on the floor harder when we'd gotten to the top, but it was too big and just got half in before he pulled me closer in again and pushed past me. I opened my mouth and threw my head back in a loud cry of frustration, and I pounded his flexed shoulder and back muscles with my fists a few times to emphasize my point.
Jack laughed heartily at that and buried his face in the hollow at the base of my neck under my Adam's apple and kissed me there, still laughing against me. "GOD, you're HOT!" he said through a deep breath, and then he took a long slow swipe up the side of my neck with his tongue which was accompanied by a low growl. When he got to my ear he bit my earlobe and then his hot breath was inside my ear. "This is going to be SO good!" he whispered, which sounded more like a grumble.
"Then let's fucking DO IT!" I demanded, squirming on his cock between my legs.
"Impatient, aren't we, now?" he taunted, as we were moving toward his bed, which I could see over his shoulder like my reward in sight.
I responded by wriggling around so that I could shove my armpit over his face and pushed his head into it. Jack licked broadly, emitting a loud moan and then rubbed his face in my pit. I could feel my cock drooling another large glob of precum, my need burning even hotter. When he pulled his head away and moved over obviously toward my other armpit I moved myself so he could lick and suck the sweat out of that armpit, and I was pretty sure my precum was running out the leg of my shorts by that point.
And then, suddenly, I was hoisted higher in his hands, being treated like a weightless object, and then he managed to fling me backward so I fell back on his bed. I let out a loud, decidedly UNsexy "Oooooomph!" when I hit. Jack was making use of the time by kicking off his gym shoes and yanking down his shorts. I enjoyed the sight of him struggling his shorts over his jutting hardon, which I now saw was every bit as huge as I'd felt. It was, in fact, beautiful – long, thick, veiny, straight, with an enormous head. While he was pulling up his legs and ripping off his gym socks, I visually pigged-out on that cock and his beautiful hairy balls bouncing about. At one point a big drop of precum flew off his cock, and my entire body almost lifted off the bed in a reflexive attempt to get myself up and into that hot juice's trajectory. When he pulled his t-shirt off I involuntarily gasped with delight at first sight of his muscular hairy pecs and dark trail of fur down to his bush.
Jack reached down and took hold of my workout shorts and my jock strap waistband. In one forceful yank he pulled them clean off me, and then he was pulling off my shoes. I was enjoying the view of his tightly muscled torso and thick strong arms, not to mention his huge fuckrod bobbing around.
I'd planned to lunge for his nuts and suck them into my mouth the second he had my shoes off, but I was surprised when he didn't release my left foot and pulled it up to his face, keeping me off-balance and unable to execute my own move. He pulled my foot over his nose and face and inhaled deeply and rubbed his face over the sole of my foot. The feel of his stubble grating on my sock sent a message of longing to my hole, making me want that stubble THERE . . . THEN!
But Jack was enjoying my sweaty foot. He pulled my sock off and again covered his face with my yeti-sized foot and then started to lick and suck my sole and then toes. I couldn't help emitting an unmanly squeal as he licked, sucked, chewed and massaged my foot. All I could do was to get my other foot against his big cock and start stroking it and rubbing his balls with it, which he seemed to enjoy if his thrusts into my foot were any indication. He abruptly let that foot loose to fall, and he grabbed up my other foot and began inhaling me through my sock as he'd done with the first. My other foot got to work on his cock and balls, the feel of his skin on mine far more pleasurable than it had been though my sock. That sock was by then being pulled off, and I steeled myself to stifle any unmanly sounds as his face, lips, tongue and teeth devoured my other foot.
Jack suddenly reached down and swiped his fingers just above my navel where my cock had been drooling a bucket of precum. He lasciviously sucked his fingers in and closed his eyes as he tasted me, still holding my foot up with his other hand. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he exclaimed, slowly pulling his fingers out of his mouth.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, wanting his, and I yanked my foot free and in an instant was ON his cock, slurping all over his engorged head, moaning in pleasure at the taste of his flowing precum. I grabbed his nuts in a tight grip which got me a loud grunt from him, but I didn't loosen it and pulled him closer. And then I got that beautiful fuckknob in my mouth, and I started swirling my tongue around it and massaging his nuts and yanking them in my hand as I did.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled. I worked more of his huge cock into my mouth, struggling with the girth of it and anxious at the length of it. I could feel Jack's legs getting weaker – obviously he was enjoying this – and I used my grip on his balls to hold him steadier as I navigated that fucklog. I finally had about half of his cock in my mouth, and because of the angle, that was all that was going to go despite my rather expert cock-swallowing skills. I worked that cock as much as I could, working his nuts as I did, and Jack had his hands clamped firmly in me, one on my shoulder, the other on the back of my head. "Oh, FUCK, Mads, that's fucking AWESOME. SUCK THAT COCK! FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and various other exclamations which affirmed my efforts.
When I shoved my index finger into his sweaty asshole he hissed and cursed again, and when I found his prostate his whole body spasmed. I felt his shaft going even thicker and steelier in my mouth and his head engorged more, making me wonder if I'd get it out of my mouth. "OH JESUSSSSSS FUCK YEAH!" he yelled and began to pump my mouth in a frenzy.
This was always the point of no return. To make him cum like that or to slow him down and then get him to fuck me. With a trick you never knew if he'd be a one-shot wonder or if he could go the distance. I wanted to suck his essence out, to force him past his point of no return and feel his body erupt in my mouth, feel his juice blast into it and splash around as I struggled to gulp it down and not choke it out. But I also wanted this hot hunk of a man deep inside me, plunging my guts, rutting uncontrollably until he blasted deep inside me. I wanted to be mated with him. I wanted to feel him fuck my own load out of me. I worked his prostate with my finger, worked his nuts which were getting tighter and tighter with my strong hand and worked that fuckrod with my tongue and lips as he thirsted into my mouth, all the while wanting him to fuck me. I wanted both, as I always did and so rarely could have. Decisions, decisions . . .
Jack's voice jerked me out of my preoccupations. "Don't even think that if you suck my load out of me that you're getting out of me fucking you!" he growled.
OH FUCK . . . and my hand, finger and mouth went back to force ten and within a minute he was crying out "OH FUCK" and "FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and I felt that enormous tool get even larger and harder and then his entire body erupted in spasms. I felt this first blast as it traveled the length of his cock and then SPLATTED against the back of my mouth HARD. It was an enormous cumblast, and it was immediately followed by four more HUGE ones and several more normal shots after that. I choked but swallowed, not losing a drop but struggling to keep up. GODDAMN he tasted GOOD!
Jack had both hands on my shoulders struggling to keep standing as he rode out his orgasm. I was suddenly aware that my neck was killing me from the angle, the first I'd felt it, and I pulled off his still-hard cock and flopped over on my back on the bed with a loud, long sigh of appreciation. Jack's slimy cock was as hard as ever, bobbing above me enticingly. He was catching his breath, stretching his back a little, so I reminded him he wasn't done by reaching up and gripping his cock in my hand tightly. "Oooooooooph!" he yelled, looking down at me.
"You look ready to continue. Or is this," and I gave that fuckpole a strong squeeze, "Just a cocktical illusion?"
Jack laughed and bent over and kissed me awkwardly. And then a playful kiss went heated. WHO WAS I? I wondered, kissing him back hard and wantonly, sucking on his tongue hard, showing him I wanted more of him. "Damn!" was all he said when he finally broke our kiss, his face still hovering above me.
I managed to reach back and find his still-raging cock with my hand again and grabbed it. "WANT!" I said simply.
Jack inhaled sharply and then stood up, careful not to move so I had to let go of him. He bent over at the waist in a balancing act that left me still gripping his rager – which I was NOT letting go of until he was aiming it at my fuckhole! – and got a drawer open by the side of the bed. He rummaged around a bit, and I showed my impatience by squeezing my grip tight on his cock again. "FUCK where are they?!" he exclaimed.
"Just lube – nothing else." Jack jerked upright and looked down at me. "Just lube," I repeated.
For a moment I thought I'd lost him. He didn't move, and he didn't respond. He just looked at me, obviously processing it, deliberating, deciding. And then, just when I thought he hadn't jumped at it fast enough and was going to deny me his skin against mine, he bent and grabbed something out of the drawer as he growled, "On your back NOW!" and slammed the bedside drawer.
We both scrambled, me crawling the bed and getting myself turned around, him getting between my legs. I pulled my legs back until my knees were against my ears, giving him his first view of my needy fuckhole. "C'mon stud!" I urged.
Instead of cracking the lube, Jack lunged forward and went into me face first, yanking my balls out of the way and burying his tongue in my sweaty hole. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed, mostly in pleasure but also because I wanted his cock . . . there . . . NOW! He ate me roughly, tongue-fucking me, spitting in me, chewing my ring, which made me absolutely fucking NUTS, and all the while I yelped and moaned and pleaded and exclaimed like a bitch in heat.
Jack growled and moaned as he ate me, but I heard the lube cap crack and knew I was close to getting my reward – well, my second reward. And then before I knew it he'd gotten up and lined up with me and was pushing his lube-slicked head into me. No lube for my hole other than his spit, just what he'd slathered on his pole.
GodDAMN that thing was big! I felt the resistance and put every ounce of my concentration into relaxing my ring and finally felt myself expand around him and felt the searing heat of his huge engorged cockhead inside me. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I yelped at the pain of the intrusion and the fullness and stretch.
Jack stopped, but only briefly, as I caught my breath and steadied my breathing. He followed my lead by feel of my insides and without me saying it was OK started pushing at the exact moment I knew he could. "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I exclaimed again, but this time I reached out and pulled at his butt so he'd keep pushing inside me.
I'd taken some huge cocks it always seemed impossible to get them IN because I have great muscles in my ass and despite having great control and sometimes have trouble getting it controlled when the incursion is underway. Or maybe it's that I LOVE the incursion so much, the fight of muscle against intruder and love that a man is so determined to have me that he forces my musclecunt to submit to his fuckpole. All I knew then was that Jack forced himself into me balls-deep, and I was feeling the burn but also seeing stars as that fat knob knocked into my prostate and rubbed it the rest of its way into me. "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JUSSSTTTTTTT FUUUCKKKKKKKKK MEEEEE!" I urged him.
"You sure you're—"he started to ask, seeing and obviously feeling my still tight clench of resistance.
"DO IT!" I yelled and for emphasis wiggled my ass enough to cause him to shiver . . . and my asschute and ring to burn like another firebomb had been shoved up there. God help me but it turned me on as much as looking up at this hot stud in me, over me and poised to have his way with me.
Jack pulled out halfway, getting a loud hiss of inhale from me at the new burn, but he didn't waiver and SHOVED himself back in again. And again. And AGAIN. Each time harder, each time the strokes were farther out, until he was long-dicking me his full length, and I was feeling his fat cockhead stretch my ring like he was about to pop out before he SLAMMED it back into me balls-deep. Within a minute or so it was pure pleasure for me, and I was crying "OH FUCK YESSSSSS!" over and over, among other things.
For his part, Jack's eyes had taken on a determined yet ecstatic glaze, and his constant stream of "FUCK YES, take that big cock", "You love it don't you?", "Soooooo fucking tight!", "Be my cock's bitchhole!" and the like just stoked my pleasures. He drilled me hard and fast and when he'd get me worked up to nearly losing my nut, he'd back off again, not slowing but aiming different so he'd push that big fuckpole away from my prostate for many thrusts, until I was frantic to feel that again.
I was fucking him back as hard as I could, and when he'd take away the prostate slams, I'd fight to get myself into position for it again. Jack would taunt me. "You want that, don't you?", and "You'll get yours when I'm ready for you to; now WORK THAT COCK, BITCH!"
And I did. I used every bit of my vast array of assmuscle retinue to massage and milk his marauding cock inside me, and occasionally when I'd clench just right I'd be rewarded with an especially loud "AWWWWW FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK that's some good cunt on you!" or something. That would drive me to work it harder.
I finally felt him getting harder and thicker inside me and knew he was close to giving me the prize. He knew it too, and he adjusted himself to drive that cock right into my prostate HARD, every thrust making me yelp louder and sending fireworks through my body. The filthy talk was unintelligible by then. Staccato bursts of "OH FUCK YE—FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK OH FUCKKKKKKK" and "THAT'S IT, FUCKKKKKKK THAT'S FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" and the like until his balls weren't slapping my ass any more because they were pulled up, his body was coiled and tense as he slammed the last few strokes before he exploded into me.
I was riding that wave, too, working against his thrusts reflexively, completely powerless to do anything but let my body work with his, react to his, knowing my own climax was close. Wanting it. NEEDING it. And just as he let out a long howl and slammed in deeper than before, I felt his cock surge as my own body started spasming with my load blasting out of my nuts. Jack's body convulsed as he shouted out, unloading strong blasts inside me that felt like cum bullets. And in response I was thrashing about under him, joined with his cock, throwing my head side to side and yelling my own shouts of release as my cum splattered my face and both our torsos as it drained my nutload.
He shot longer than I did, but he finally stopped, and his body was tense and rigid above me, still balls-deep inside me, his loud gasps for breath the only sound above my own panting. I got enough control to raise my head and licked the sweat from the upper part of his pec up his neck, which caused his body to spasm. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I said and went to his other pec and licked toward his armpit, not easily enough accessible to my tongue because he was propped up on his hands over me but close enough for a taste and whiff of him. "Fucking YUM!" I said to that, as he shivered some more.
"Jesus!" he said through a pant, and he started to move to remove himself out of me, but I reached up and around him and held him tight in me, pulling him down onto me. He collapsed onto me as if his last bit of strength had been holding himself rigid on his extended arms. His panting in my ear was as intoxicating as the feel of his body fully against mine, our sweat and my cum wet and sticky between us in his and my fur. And then, after a moment, he turned his head and lightly kissed my neck.
My body shivered in response, and I tightened my arms around him. "Mmmmmmmm," I murmured.
Jack struggled to get his arms under me. I helped him, wanting it, and then sighed deeply when he was hugging me as tight as I was hugging him. I kissed his ear and whispered, "We could have skipped the workout and still got our workout in."
He kissed my neck again, harder and longer, and when he pulled back he raised to look into my eyes. "You're the Shaun T of sex, Mads. That was insane!"
"I hope that's good insane, not like a few of my exes insane!" I quipped.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me long and deep, and I returned the kiss, at first evenly with his, then, when I felt his still half-hard cock inside me stir, hungrily. Jack's response was immediate, both his mouth and his cock, and we were sucking face frantically. He broke the kiss with a loud intake of breath and looked at me and moved inside me slightly, causing my breath to catch and my eyes to close momentarily. "Yeah?" he said, eyes wide, giving me a thrust.
"FUCK yeah!" I said.
------ to be continued FOR SURE -----
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