He will hit that perfect note ten times in a row, with each hit I am up and over that first rise on the roller coaster, up and over and again. Gay sex This is not fuzzy mallets on a tympani, this is my man fucking me, my man inside of me. He will hit that perfect note ten times in a row, with each hit I am up and over that first rise on the roller coaster, up and over and again. This is not fuzzy mallets on a tympani, this is my man fucking me, my man inside of me. He pulls my nipple ring hard, flesh threatens to break away from the force. He is German; he is saying German things.He is groaning deep like a bear that just woke up, and his arms wrap around my middle, my ribs are sore from this embrace, they’ve just healed from being broken, but it’s his heart, that mad muscle trying to beat through his chest into my back.
