I gripped his rigid cock in my grip and stroked him firmly, milking droplets of precum up over the tip. I licked them off, then stopped my massage, re...ting my head on his thighs and I looked up at him coyly and breathed "I am going to sleep now. You don't want to make a mess here on the bus." He reached into my hood, gripping my hair and neck in both his hands and growled, "The fuck I don't." Miguel almost never swore in English. I grinned up at him batting my eyes prettily and watched his. But her face was anything but pretty at themoment: a study in hatred and barely-contained rage. (Her scarlet tunic andheels fit her apparent mood to a tee!) "You . . . fucking . . . furry . . . bastard!" she said through clenchedteeth. "Well, uh, yes," said Sly. "And what of it?" "Ohhhhh! You . . . you took my thong, you big fuzzy prick!" "Perhaps you don't quite appreciate the gravity of your situation, Miss.You see: I'm the catch er , and you're the catch ee ,and that means, by the Ancient. I come hard for him, giving him exactly what he wants. He grips me a little tighter, releasing himself inside me and joining me in my orgasm. Filling me with his seed, pumping into me, not as quickly, but still with need. Our bodies are slick with a light sweat. We are hot and trembling with the effect of our love making. Rob holds me close to him, resting his face in my neck. He caresses my stomach still, with a slow, sleepy motion, whispering his love again and again. We stay like this until. Oh, wow,they have grown. My leaning posture is allowing them to hang down andsway with my head's motions. Just a little more. Surely, I can get thatmuch more in I think as I struggle a little more. Success. His hairstickle my nose, while Beau's eyes roll back. Beau's perfect cock iscompletely inside of me. Oh, god the pressure and pleasure. My eyes aretearing up and involuntary groans echo from within me. Now that I havehim, I move back just a little, and move forward again. His cock.