Minutes later I was positioned over the three-foot high brick wall on the rooftop with my naked ass ready for his use. With latex on his nine-inch tool and an unstoppable hunger to bang my bottom, he gently kicked my feet apart with one of his own, smacked my bottom with his right palm, which stung with pleasure, and asked, “Are you read for this, Ian?”
Just as I was about to respond, he jabbed four of his nine inches inside my rear, seized his motion, and thrust the other five inches inside with quite the bang. I felt faint in front of him, blurry-eyed, and at a loss for air. Although I knew the city was beautiful all around me, I couldn’t consume its radiant lights and prosaic sounds. Instead, I simply concentrated on Brayden’s c**k inside my taut ass, gripped the wall’s bricks for bala
