Not like when I was 21, but for being in my early thirties, it was good. Every time I’d think I was close and ready to push him off of me, he switched it up and all my juice would return from a full on boil to a simmer. Gay porn Maybe he’d kick me under the table (I had a friend that had that happen so don’t laugh or roll your eyes). My eyes burned every detail into my brain: his dark brown skin, his big willing eyes, perfect smile and hair. I just didn’t get it.Stepping in front of the mirror, I wiped off the accumulated steam and looked at myself nude. Jordan many, many times) wearing sandals, shorts and a green polo. I didn’t measure but I’m sure he was working with at least nine inches of length. I watched as the light from the other room spilled onto his profile, reflecting off his ever shinier shaft. My god. He pushed in; a lot faster than I anticipated. But nothing like that.
