I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to fuck me harder. My mind was a haze. I had no idea what I wanted besides him and this moment.He stopped and posit...oned me so that I was lying with my weight on my neck and shoulders, my back off the bed and him standing over me. He held my thighs in place, my chin dug into my chest. He lowered himself inside me slowly so that I could see him slip inside me slowly. His muscles rippled as he squatted up and down, his now hard cock plunging deep, disappearing. After all, we need to keep our strength up, it's not like we have lots of other things to do around here"Reluctantly, I conceed the point, joining you in the kitchen to help prepare the two enormous Reindeer steaks we have awaitng us. Even the simple things appear so different here, chopping and peeling vegetables, seasoning the meat, etc they all seem almost pleasant chores knowing you're not going to be disturbed. No television, mobile phones, emails, no knocks on the door and most. "Tell you what, cracker," Tyrell said to the man breathing all over his cock. Scott jumped, brought out of his waking dream by the sound of Tyrell's voice. "I won't fuck your girlfriend ... if you suck me off. Or maybe you'd rather I fucked your Whiteboy ass instead? How about it?"Scott let go of Tyrell's cock like it had suddenly turned red-hot. He scrambled to his feet, mortified by how close he had come to turning queer. He continued to stare at Tyrell's cock, mostly because he didn't want. ” We both returned to our work, and I made a surreptitious crotch adjustment to even out the strain in my trousers. The strain eased a little as I managed to concentrate, and the stupefying pointlessness of the task in front of me resumed its work liquefying my higher brain functions. “It was quite hot yesterday too, wasn't it?” said Vanessa after a while, eyes still on her work. “Yeah,” I said vaguely, looking up. “I guess it was. Why?” Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and my heart.