I Think We Should Break Up
I could feel his asshole quiver
around my length. That moment when you bury yourself so deep inside
that they practically feel it coming out their mouths. Locked into
them. Owning them.
It was my first time with him. He’d
been so easy to sway into my bedroom, ignoring the details and hints
that suggested I did not live alone here. Once my cock was out,
little Justin had been entranced. Rightly so.
“Lochie…” he grunted, as my
hands tightened around his throat.