Dream Man-3

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We lay together, Chris holding me against his chest, stroking my arm. We fall asleep for a while, sated. In the middle of the night, he wakes me up, my back to his chest while he slowly jacks my c**k. The sensation is delicious, and I thrust into his fist, growing harder and harder with each pump. Then he turns the tables on me. This man I thought the ultimate top places a condom on me and turns over on his stomach, ass in the air, and begs me to f**k him. “Please, Michael. I need to feel you reaming me. Do me good!” Utterly delighted, I respond, “At your service, sir!” Not knowing where the lube has gone, I spit into his hole, and plunge one finger, then two, waiting for him to stretch and relax. Before I could add a third, he yells at me, “Do it, do it now, Michael!” Unable to wai

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