What the hell, I thought. ‘Tell me you’re my bitch,’ he growled at me. Gay sex He nuzzled the back of my neck as he realized I was awake. ‘Mine.’ I looked up at him as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Ah. When his palm connected with my ass, he’d cupped his hand to give maximum sound and minimum force. My sweatpants had a nice tent in the front with a wet spot at the top of the pole. I realized that each time Alan slammed his cock home, he snarled ‘Mine!’ The sound was incredible. He got me fastened down, unable to move, then knelt before my face. He lapped it off me enthusiastically. You’re my bitch, Roger. Any fantasy. I decided to just drape a blanket over him and hope for the best. ‘I can. I shook out the blanket and laid it carefully over him. ‘Sure,’ I said.
