But I get motion sick. I think I was weakened by the terrifying experience, or how he had rescued me from death, or the warmth of his body. Gay sex Every time we bounced, my body became impaled further and further on his huge cock. The paramedic started shouting at other hospital staff on the roof, and I passed out again. Fluids from both ends. Yup, I owed master my life. I didn’t know where it went, I kinda hoped it landed on the dead guys. At least enough came out that I didn’t have as much of the taste in my mouth. But my head lulled down, as I said I was exhausted, just in time to see 2 huge feet with massive sharp toenails pretty much slice the faces off the men who had raped me. He finally quieted down and slowed the bouncing, though his cock stayed buried in me to the point of absurdity. And I was flipped, I went from facing the cliff, to spinning upwards, then facing forwards and falling back. Then I felt the one thing I had enjoyed about all this: His massive balls and sack, 3 times the size of mine, or bigger, were clapping up against my own, the warmth wrapped around my
