I fucked him good.The thought that I was fucking him—that I was in control—was a mirage. Sanderson. Gay porn I didn’t take my hand away and he showed no indication of wanting me too.“I really would like to talk about this further with you,” he said. His gaze then was proprietary. I’ve read all of them. He was a heavy panter and moaner as I glided my hands and tongue over his curves and into his crevices He gave great head, shuddered when receiving it. His slim legs streamed back around my hips, his toes dug into the mattress, and me gripping his wrists, pulling his arms back taunt, and, using the leverage of his toes, he fucked himself on my shaft.As I lay on my back, near to exhaustion but not wanting it to end, my balls aching from my building third ejaculation, Clay rode my cock in a cowboy position, facing me initially, the palms of his hands pressed into my pecs, but before the last liftoff, turning to face my feet, the palms of his hands gripping my knees, as relentlessly, with an ever-quicker cadence, rising and falling, rising and falling, on my shaft—draining every last drop of cum out of me.
