Hips up, down, tight, deep. Gay sex My friend. Pants. “Then start with something simple. tell me now.”He was silent. I was panting louder and louder, my hands resting on his chest, my eyes fixed on his.“Faster, Jake. I could feel Jake shaking beneath me, gasping for breath, his fingers clenching my thighs, trying to hold on. Jake touched me uncertainly. As if every movement was a decision that couldn’t be undone. I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over him.“If you have even the slightest doubt… “Can you feel how ready I am? “But I have one rule. He literally froze. As if he couldn’t believe it was happening.I drove the movement. I said quietly. And then he did it. “Can you feel how ready I am? Clearly. I gasped when he slid in his first finger. I was still hard. I was still hard. Pants. His hand was wet with cum and sweat. But he did as I told him.Now,” I said, “lube me up”.I stuck my ass out slightly, lifting my hips and presenting myself to him, confident and ready.
