I felt like my ass was splitting open, but I didn’t want it to stop. “Fuck me,” I said. “Come on, FUCK ME.” He shifted position slightly, ...is breathing changed, I could tell he was close to coming. I clenched my ass around his cock, and this time he was the one making the animal sounds. I started moving my hips, too, meeting every thrust of his cock by pushing back against him. “Oh, God,” he said. “I’m gonna come.” “Come in my ass,” I said. “Come on, COME IN MY ASS.” He reached down with. I wanted the love of my life back. The songs I wrote reflected my sadness. They all rose to the top of the charts. My agent said I was rich, but all I could feel was the ache in my chest. My money meant nothing without her to share it with. There was a benefit concert my agent had volunteered me to perform for. Because it was a benefit, I didn’t make my backup guys attend. It was only me when my turn to perform came. There I was, me and my old 6 string, sitting on a stool in front of 10,000. Then more words came to him; misfit, oddball, queer duck. He shuddered as he remembered those and many much worse. Not just one memory. A flood of them roaring into his chest as he shrank up slightly. He slid some Euros onto the counter as he arose and walked away. Renaldo called out a farewell but Lorenzo scarcely heard. He took up the leash of his current pup waiting patiently outside the doorway. They walked slowly back to his flat around the corner there in Seville.ooOoo"You're not going to. The video was perfect. I loved the way this guy had fucked Ana.Two weeks later I was having a drink at the local bar, when I found out that this infamous video did not tell the whole story…Lennie invited me another drink, as he admitted that they had taped just the fuck that night, because the camera had been off after that. The black bastard said that I had not seen the best part…He then confessed that the other black guy that had recorded Ana being fucked so good by Lennie’s black cock, also.