Laying the lad's legs in his neck, he started to ride the hole with long tender strokes. Jakko looked up at the 26-year-old and sighed profoundly and ...harply as he got penetrated by him. Ian got a firm grip on Jakko's packer as if he was grabbing the horn of a saddle for leverage. As time got by, the two of them got hotter and hornier. Ian was screwing the best hole he had fucked in years. And Ian wasn't even gay! Jakko had seen the ring on his finger. With some sharp thrusts inside Jakko's. I was so starved for attention and so horny at this point that I probably would have shot roman candles out of my ass if he wanted me to. A few steps forward and he stopped me. I heard him move and then he put one arm behind my knees and the other behind my back, literally sweeping my off my feet. He’s a big man, around 6’3′ and 240 lbs. I felt petite cuddled next to his chest even though I am 5’8′ and around 180lbs. Give or take 5. He leaned over and placed me on something soft and …inflated?. I always hoped it would squeak ominously but it never did. I tried to sound a lot menacing and a little mad. I didn't quite get the menacing bit, or the little."Who disturbs my work at this ungodly hour?" It's three o clock in the afternoon?" Well, I'm a late riser. It goes with the stereotype." Doctor Fruitcake, it's the police." He showed me a badge. Damn. I knew what this was about. I decided to bluff."You've got nothing on me copper. I haven't tried to take over the world for at least two. With each stroke reaching the top of your leg, you spread your legs wider, hoping that I will stroke your pussy. I am enjoying teasing you, making sure that my hands come close, but that with each stroke, you are never sure which time my hand will stroke your pussy. After teasing you with this stroking for sometime, I ask you to roll over and sit up. Reluctantly you turn over and sit up, and I hand you your glass of wine. As you sip the wine, I lean down and start to suck on your toes. You.