Wanting… needing…With Tara, the opportunity came sooner than she’d hoped. Sitting on the back steps where… she’d always come to hide – bec...use Slayers weren’t supposed to cry, naturally – she’d let the blonde hold her and kiss her hair and it felt so, so very nice, so she’d tipped her head up, trembling with emotion and offering her tear-soaked lips, but all she got was another hug and a mumbled apology, and someone else left her wanting…Anya was… scary… besides, she was too busy wringing. ”“What the fuck did you say?”“Goddammit, I said yes!”“Then fucking take it,” I said as I slammed back into his ass.Chad threw his head back, and his mouth fell wide open. He seemed to have lost all control of his body. “Oh Scott… don’t stop fucking me… oh shit that feels so good—” He grabbed his own cock and started pumping it. His eyes were clamped shut, and his breaths were coming in short gasps.Suddenly Chad’s chest started to heave, and I felt his ass tighten around my cock. It was. He sat back and closed his eyes a moment. Then he opened them and asked me if I was hot enough or did I want him to ladle some water on the rocks. I told him that would be great. Steam clouded the room and, as it did, he took off his trunks before sitting back down, his ass white and untanned, his cock long, cut and heavy. “Good idea,” I said, and I did the same thing. My cock, which is about seven cut inches and cut, popped out as I slid off my trunks, and there was that moment where I. Louis and his friends clapped their hands in pure lighthearted joy of all the anticipated perfection and soon Louis would invite everyone for hot chocolate and almond cakes in the new gazebo house. He even threw lavish garden parties with spritzing champagne, the rosy one as always. Life had never been better. Wake up and smell the coffeeAt one such party Federico sat in a chair admiring his hard work these past months when suddenly something caught his eye in the distance. He wrinkled his.