What a mouthful. He wasn’t moaning yet but I was determined to make that happen quickly. I pulled my lips back across his glans and focused there fo... a while. Lips caressing, tongue stroking the sides. He moaned alright. And he started to move a little, rocking with the rhythm I’d begun to establish. I took his shaft deeper than the first time, not a deep throat yet but giving him a nice change from my work on the glans. I was lost in it. I pulled back to his glans and work them some more,. . all ... the ... waaaay!" I intoned, imitating ESPN's Chris Berman."Did any football players ever get cancer?" Nolan wanted to know."Oh, yeah!" I told him, wishing I could bring up a name and some details. "It happens to lots of guys -- athletes. All kinds of people. There've been guys just like Jon Lester in football, too ... Guys who had cancer, and were able to beat it!" That's pretty neat," Nolan said. " ... But I think I like baseball more." Hard to beat baseball," I agreed, secretly. “Relax and you will love it.”The girl nodded and took a deep breath.I thrust.Her cherry popped. My thick cock ripped through her maidenhead and buried into her hot, tight depths. She gasped and let out a whimper of pain as her hot, silky, wet flesh clenched down hard on the tip of my cock.“Relax,” cooed Faoril. “Focus on the pleasure. Do you feel it?”I pushed my dick in deeper. The girl gasped as her small body swallowed my cock. Her back arched and a whimper of almost pleasure and almost agony. I’m tempted to claim it is 7 ½” or 8 ½” since you can’t see it, but I’ve resisted that temptation. It is an honest 7 inches. When I was a young man, my erect cock used to stand out from my body at about a 45 degree angle. It was a magnificent sight, if I do say so myself. Today, this 73 year old cock still gets the job done. It doesn’t stand as proud as it used to, but it still, with a little help from Viagra, gets hard enough to curl your toes. As long as I’m on the subject, I love to.
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