terrorscaptain in topic Fine literature
The pleasure peaks and I grasp his thighs, my softening penis coming back to attention, jerking slightly as the intangible texture of the bedsheet slides over my tip. I suck harder, grasping his lithe hips and sliding my tongue over his glistening knob. I can still taste the cum I coaxed from him earlier, lust surging through me as I massage the salty folds of his foreskin. His fingers move faster, making me writhe as my ass starts to clench. My mostly-erect cock jerks again, my anus clenching repeatedly as his persistent teasing of my nipples makes my back arch. The writhing of my hips gradually turns into thrusting as I try to push my aching shaft against the frustratingly light fabric covering me.
