Lyon rolled away and took me with him. Gay sex Clutching my hips between his hands. His name was Lyon. No problem. He grunted and I gasped as his shaft, thick and long, plunged, withdrew, plunged, withdrew. The man sitting there, watching Lyon fuck me was the taxi driver. With a moan, checking my body for damage and ache, I struggled from the bed, used the adjacent bathroom, such as it was, wrapped a sheet around myself, and stumbled out of the bedroom and into what was a living room-dining room-kitchen combination.Neither Lyon nor Malik were there. Naked. The man sitting there, watching Lyon fuck me was the taxi driver. A hard-on to rival Lyon’s.“No, oh no. His dick didn’t lose purchase, but now I was on my side, my right leg bent over my left. He scraped me off the table when Talin was done, threw me over his shoulder, and started walking down to the beach.Some vacation to remember for my twenty-ninth? Lyon rolled away and took me with him. I asked for a taxi to take me to the hotel, but it had brought me here.
