I kept on rubbing my four-skin back and forth against his tight asshole, he knew any second now that he was going to be fucked. I rubbed my nose throu...h his soft hair and against his ear, grabbing him around his chest with my left arm and gripping onto his leg with my right arm, I thrusted into his tight lubed asshole. Jackson made the most sweetest and loud moan. He felt the deep pain, but it was pleasure. Every breath that Jackson tried to gasp was shallow. I fucked him harder every thrust,. I sought his lips, kissing him slowly, deliberately, so hungry for him and yet not wanting to rush, not wanting to miss a thing. He held me tightly to him, as lost in our kisses as I was. I broke away to look at him again. He smiled knowingly at these affectionate little acts that have become sort of an Absorbing Ritual for me. For us. After a few minutes like this we managed to move away from the entry to the main room where some tables and chairs were set up. The lights were off and it was. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug. Thanks." "You're welcome." They resumed walking towards the atrium. "So what's yours on?" "Time." She pondered and nodded, a crooked smile spreading. "Your box doesn't have any bloody sides does it? I'd never have considered that a precious commodity." "It's the most precious commodity." "Can I read it? Maybe if I come over tonight?" Luke shook his head. "I’m going out." "Where?" "Just… out." "Come on, Luke. Did you not hear what I said about mysterious men?" He paused, then shook his head..