I couldn’t stop. Gay sex I felt the bed dip. Deep strokes. His breath shaky. His cock pressed against me…hot, heavy and I felt the first thick inch start to slide in. The bed soaked.I felt him flop down next to me, his arm brushing mine.“Jesus,” he muttered. And his cock? He spit in my hole, tongue-fucked it until I was a whining mess, and told me I tasted like his cum. “You want my cum once again, you cum slut?” he whispered.“Yes,” I moaned. My mouth fell open. Didn’t bother looking back. I was drooling down my chin, my cock untouched and leaking all over the sheets.He reached around and grabbed my dick. “Fuck.. I can take it. I could feel it flooding inside my hole. One last deep thrust. Thick. My whole body went limp.He didn’t pull out right away.Just stayed there. I clutched the sheets tighter. His balls slapped against me wetly, loudly.Thwack.Thwack.Thwack.I was panting into the sheets, head spinning, spit pooling in my mouth as his cock dragged over every sensitive nerve inside me.He gripped my hips tighter.
