I’m a cock-hungry boy-whore, Sir.”“Good. Clean my cock then, boy-whore.” The little inflection the Midlands’ accent gave to the word “whor...” made it sound soft yet so dirty. “Lick up the mess that you made it leak.”Ben looked at the pale, soft flesh level with his nose, just aroused enough for the dome to have emerged from the foreskin. A dew-like drop of fresh precum clung to the tiny opening, surrounded by earlier excrescences that ranged from sticky to dried and flaking. Doing his best to. There was zero chance that I would over take them. but their running gave me an idea where the trail was located. Once on it I saw the small markers that glowed in the reflected light from my pocket held light. I usually used it in the mornings so people wouldn't hit me with their cars, but it also illuminated the reflective strips along the running path. I ran for a half hour into the swamp, then turned and retraced my steps. When I got back and showered I found that the others were just. Somehow the idea came to mind that this hole should be used tonight for the first time. So this was kind of preparation. And since she did not reject… Then, without any warning I grabbed her with one hand by her hip, placed the tip of my rod in front of her cunt and suddenly pulled her over it. A short, little scream and I was sticking in her all the way to the cervix. Immediately I pulled her back so that only the glans remained in her just to pull her back on it again. I repeated this game. Sie selbst wollte noch einige Akten studieren. Aber während der Lektüre schweiften ihre Gedanken immer wieder ab zu dem Anblick am gestrigen Abend und dem nächtlichen Traum. Jetzt bedauerte sie, dass sie keine Strümpfe trug, denn sonst hätte sie ihre Hand unter den Rock stecken können um mit sich zuspielen. Auch ohne manuelle Hilfe wurde ihre Möse allmählich feucht. Seufzend schlug sie die Akte zu. Aus einer Schreitischschublade entnahm sie einen Minivibrator, den sie dort für Notfälle.