My cock bouncing desperately under my night jacket wanting to be free and most of all wanting to be stroked. I reach down and gives my balls a ligh... massage try to satisfy my urge to grab a hold of my cock. But that only satisfies me for so long then I find myself grabbing a hold of my cock and stroking it slowly. I feel every vein in my cock as I lightly and slowly stroke its length. My fingers slipping over the head which sends an intense rush of pleasure through my body. My legs. From the time I learned that you are gay, I have been dreaming about having sex with you. As a result, I want you to take over the practice downstairs because I want you close at hand.”Ronnie then smiled at me with an incredible look of affection in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a very long time and I won’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers.”As we looked into one another’s eyes, all I think of saying was, “Thank you, Ronnie, I am honoured by your generous. She was wearing a big loose sweater and black leggings with high heels. I asked her if she had got everything she needed. She smiled and told me she had not done any shopping herself. I said I was not talking about shopping. She smiled and asked what I meant. Suddenly I blurted out: “Is your pussy a black cum mess now, bitch…?”Ana’s smile faded away and she left the living room. But after a minute, I heard her heels clicking and coming back… “Stand up, lover… and follow me…” She whispered in a. I used my other hand on the small of her back to draw her into me. Her moans, her scent, and the feel of her skin mixed an erotic potion that I could scarcely withstand. I’ve never felt such sustained tension, such passionate energy. It was like an orgasm, but I somehow still had control. Or she did. The musk of her loins and the dampness I could feel seeping a hot invitation through my pants. My lips were being drawn below her breasts to the source. I managed to detour to the buttery skin of.