Olly had nearly cum on the spot.They’d arranged to meet at a secluded lay-by, a spot notorious for its late-night liaisons. Gay porn Butch’s cock was ruthless, pummelling my prostate with every thrust and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I melted into his embrace, pouring all my newfound feelings into the press of our mouths.When we finally parted, I gazed up at him, my heart in my eyes. Spunk flooded his mouth and he gulped it down greedily, drunk on the taste.Dizzy and overstimulated, Olly barely noticed as he was flipped onto his back. “You want our load, slut? The musky scent of his armpits filled my nostrils, stoking the fires of my lust. “You want our load, slut? I keened, clenching down hard around him. You’re a natural-born cocksucker.”I beamed up at him, feeling proud and giddy. “That’s it, take more of it.”I relaxed my jaw and pushed forward, taking inch after thick inch into my mouth and down my throat. Next time you’re out this way, give me a call. Then I opened my mouth wide and took the head past my lips. It was huge and hot, the skin silky over the thick hardness. The Truck Stop Olly drove his battered old car down the A-road, music blaring through
