“Can I eat yours?” He asked before he went about repositioning me. And told me who he was. Gay sex I did a glance and then back. He was getting me ready. When his jeans were lowered by his large fingers, there was no underwear underneath. The muscles in his legs as we touched. It was his. I could barely finish one off before I grew tired of it. I heard them all. I felt like he was trying to mash me into him. So, I did. But I wanted to give him more.Soon our sighs of pleasure filled what was now the quiet void of the room. He was getting me ready. I wanted to plunge my cock into this man’s deep ass. Empty me.He straddled me all Eiffel Tower-like as he loomed over me and my erect cock. Left my debit card at home. He went to my snap and zipper and undid both. It was not something I did, but I was all for it were it to be done on me.
