“Mine,” he whispers. “I wasn’t going to let you get away from me. You’ve always been mine. I’ve been waiting for this since I first caught a view of you.”
“You had me from the start. Always. I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Hereafter, a wraparound occurs. I can’t remember the last time this has happened to me. His right hand lifts from my right hip and rolls down to my center and discovers my extension of hard meat. His fingers and palm wrap around the stick and he begins to milk the shaft up and down, which causes my balls to swing to and fro. In doing so, he calls down and over my back, “Taking care of you. Maybe we can come together.”
We…We…We move together; simpatico at its finest: I back into his tool and he rushes forward; I pump his right fist with my d**k and he yanks on it numerous ti
