A look like that goes straight to my genetic programming, I revert to a more primitive state. Maybe Neanderthal, maybe homo erectus, maybe my lizard b...ain takes over. She wants me to do her, and the more primitive and forceful the better.You know I'm normally the submissive, but she's now the submissive. Domination isn't my thing, but that offer of ANYTHING does it for me. I'm also sort of the masochist, but now she'll take whatever I can give her. Though, I'm really not a sadist, if she cried. I gasped as his finger stroked my tight little hole, and I instinctively leaned further over the exercise bike. My legs quivered, and I struggled to stand, as he stroked and pushed at my puckered hole. I yelped involuntarily when his finger entered me. I went up on tiptoes, as he pushed it in further, and I felt myself go cross-eyed, my mouth gaping open, as he began to move it around inside me.It was joined by a second finger and he used his other hand to pull me down so that my heels were. “Don’t stop,” was all he said. Putting more oil on his hands, Ernesto started stroking more, bringing him to full hardness, coaxing out precum from the head of that delicious piece of meat. “Go ahead, suck it, you know you want to, suck my dick.” The confidence that oozed from Flex made the situation that much more intense, more erotic and Ernesto felt light headed. He wasn’t being rude or domineering, he was just sure of himself, uninhibited. Ernesto positioned himself between Flex’s. When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor he blocked my exit, by extending his arm to hold the elevator door open and prevent it from closing.“What’s your name pretty-boy?” he asked.“Toby,” I replied.“I’m Okie,” he answered, before continuing, “What’s your room number?”“Four-zero-three,” I replied with trepidation, before anxiously asking, “Why do you want to know?”“Well, I kinda figure that if I don’t get lucky with a bit of pussy at the bar around the corner at night, then you’ll be a.