In the middle of the night, Marius took me again. He f****d me from behind this time, his hands firmly on my ass as he punched in and out like a machine. My hand was a blur on my d**k, and I came on a moan, spurting all over the sheets while Marius filled my ass to the brim with c*m.
“s**t!” he said, collapsing on my back, pushing us both down onto the mattress.
He pulled out and rolled off me, but I remained on my stomach in the wet spot, not caring to move right then.
“What you said,” I muttered, and fell asleep.
A few hours later, we were at it again, this time giving each other mutual blow jobs in a sixty-nine position. We hadn’t washed off since the last time we’d f****d, so our scent was strong and heady, spurring me to give him the best head he’d ever had, or at least, that was
