Then his hands - those strong hands were on my hips and his fucking rock hard cock pushing against my asshole once again.The first few strokes were no... necessarily gentle but they were not prison-****. . .just strong, deep, forceful thrusts. . .burying his thick cock deep inside of me until I stretched just enough for him to really fuck me. He grabbed my head and pushed it into the sofa. His other hand held my hips in place while he fucked me with strong, deep, intense, forceful thrusts - the. We lay there holding each other, kissing, my dick somehow still in her."I don't know what time it is, Will, but I think we should be getting back. Let's go have a quick swim, I have a few leaves stuck to me, and I have a lot of your cum dribbling out of me. I'd rather it not still be running down my legs when I get home," and we both laughed and ran to the lake and dove in.We both went back to my family's cabin and, as my mother was fixing supper, Sarah and I were on the sofa trying to keep our. Not many men had the ability to hold it in for ten minutes while I blew them, but Mr. Facelli kept it up for another three minutes or so before he gripped my hair even tighter in his fists, thrust his hips up until my lips tasted his balls, and exploded wave after wave of cum into my mouth. His near breathless words were like harsh demands, commanding me to take it all, his hands refusing to let me up until he felt my throat swallow three times, the only remnants of his semen coating my lips. I did not really care about the money, I was able to be me and no one knew who I was cause of my stage name and I always wore a masque.My fiancé called me to tell me he would not be home until late, his cousins and friends were kidnapping him for the night, which was fine I told him I had to go to my second job anyway. He did not know I stripped on the side because he would flip in so many ways god could not stop him. So I decided to keep that a secret until close to the wedding and by then I.