Then, he let go and pulled his cock out of me. “Damn, bitch!” He said with a thankful, even friendly, tone. Or did you want to get fucked by my dick?” He had three fingers inside me at this point, bending, stroking, wiggling, enticing. Gay sex I gasped or groaned instead of answering. “What’s it going to be? I opened my mouth to speak, and he turned his hand or bent his fingers. My brain and body were in disbelief. “Yes, I am. I fucked you in the back seat of your car parked at my family restaurant.”I immediately knew and felt the urge to serve. His abs were popping from the thrusting. I’ll head that way.”“I thought you might. You want to be my bitch, so You want to take my bare cock.”“Fuck, sir, that’s hot. On my way.” I set navigation and left my apartment complex. It was not a gentle fuck, and he did not take any time to open my ass.
