What’s the biggest? I think of this often. Gay sex In that state, I’d do anything. I didn’t want to be fisted. He woke. How many have you taken in a night? He woke. Maybe it’s not to late to try it again. He attempted to push back in but I wouldn’t allow it. It slightly exaggerated the definition I’ve grown accustomed to and love so much. I thought of waking him but decided not to, not yet. I fantisized about that night in Montreal, being controlled by him, a night alone with him excited and afraid as he played with my hole roughly. He loved how wet and loose I was. It flowed freely from excitement as his fingers stretched and and fucked my willing hole. It was so good. In that state, I’d do anything. I remember the night in Montreal so many years ago, drunk and horny he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild with desire. We both licked his fingers and tongued as he fucked me ahard. Fear. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pushed his body on me. I was afraid of pain and afraid I’d want more and more. I grabbed his firm ass as he pumped hard and dumped his load inside me.
