They kissed, and he pulled her body closer to him. She turned slightly toward him and lifted her thigh over his. He slid his hand down her back to her...ass and she pressed her pussy against his thigh. He could feel the heat immediately, then quickly realized she was very wet. His desire to make this a sensual experience was struggling against his urge to plunge right into her. He kissed her neck and her lips while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Their groins pushed forward,. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh,. ” He demonstrated the right way to swing, making it look so effortless. I lined up and took another swing at the ball. Swoosh. I missed the ball entirely. “No, no, no,” Evan intoned. He stepped up behind me and put his muscular hands around me, repositioning my hands on the club. “Hold it like this,” he remarked. He put his hands over mine and showed me how to hold the club. He towered over me at about 6’0, but he was careful to not be pushy. He gently guided my arm back, as I held on to the. Her gaze was broken when I said, “This is why Mike worries about you. He knows he can’t make you feel what my cock can make you feel. He knows that if I get this inside your pussy you will never be content with his cock. You know it is true. Don’t you.” She never spoke but she nodded. I knew she was mine. “Now reach down there and grab it. Make it hard.” She slowly reached down and took my dick into her hand. She encircled it with her fingers and squeezed. I could feel it begin to rise as I.
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