He was much more receptive, as I fucked with long, slow strokes. He paused, getting used to the invasion of his inner sanctum, then leaned over to kiss me. Gay sex George had a thing about his neck being kissed. The harder I slapped his arse, the more excited he became. Re-entering, he used long strokes. A finger went into my crack, and he found my rosebud, as I’d done to him many times before. Pinning me down, he sat on me, riding me wildly. I pulled my knees up and felt his mushroom at my backdoor. I drew him close, “Thank you, you’ve made me so happy, I hope there’s much more love making to come”. * * * * * In the office, things were going from strength to strength. He kissed up my inner thighs and onto my rosebud. The last time I’d been there, posters of The Spice Girls adorned the walls. I put my hand behind his head and drew him in.
