I sit up and swing my legs off the side of the bed. His visits to me are becoming more frequent in the last few weeks.I ease out and he sweeps his arm back, placing his hand firmly on my hip to signal to me to take it slow. Gay sex He was a faggot power-bottom. He whimpers again. I put my knees between his legs and kick them out wider. He was staring straight ahead at nothing. He doesn’t get to control me. His head lifts, his face is red as he tries to hold in a scream, a howl of pleasure. He was cumming without touching himself. I almost can’t hear it. I start to wake up, running my palms over my face and then rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out. I love it.I fuck him harder. He kicks off his shoes. I retrieve a bottle of lube. He’s breathing is rapid, taking deep breaths in and hissing it out. Soon, he dropped his hands down between his knees. I love it.I fuck him harder.
