More Than a Suit: John
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“Harder! Please!” I begged as my ass was shown no mercy, doggy-style.
“You think you can take more, you little slut?” Bruce something-or-other grunted as he plunged into me, repeatedly. He was one of the guys I’d picked up that night at the club. The other guy, Tony-whatever, was on his knees in front of me, stroking his fat c**k as he waited for his turn to pound into me.
“Yeah,” I panted through the harsh rhythm. “I can take it. Come on, man.” I loosened my grip on the blanket to place my hands on the thighs in front of me.
Tony grabbed my hair to jerk me forward a little bit so my mouth lined up with his c**k. Bruce paused long enough for me to take Tony’s c**k inside my mouth. Then, working in tandem, Bruce f****d
