“Slipping inside you, Jesse,” Carr warned, steering his private part forward, carefully separating Jesse’s middle. Pushing…pushing…pushing his solid weight against Jesse, hiding his eight-inch c**k inside his host’s tight bottom, both moaning in pleasure.
Jesse felt the man ride him, slowly sliding his c**k deep inside him, pulling out, and sliding in again. Carr’s movement was like that of Pacific Ocean waves at twilight during a calm season. He glided forward, inside Jesse, glided backwards, gently pushed inside Jesse again, paused, and leaned over and kissed him. His ride continued at a slow and careful pace so he wouldn’t hurt Jesse. Riding. Sliding. Groaning. Pulling. Connecting.
Jesse lost his vision, blurry-eyed. He huffed several times as ten minutes, fourteen minutes, twenty-one
