Maka
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"OH! AH! OH MY GOD... YES! YES! OH GOD..."
Stephen couldn't remember the name of the girl nude on all fours in the bed in front of him. This was breaking a personal rule of his, but he had his reasons.
"Please... please... more! Oh FUCK YES..."
He was a tall, leanly muscular young man, his chest broadened and his body toned and hardened by daily hours of exercise. His brown hair was cut short around an appealingly enigmatic face, all high cheekbones, hard angles and impenetrable green eyes. At present, as far as his bedmate was concerned, his most notable feature was his huge, thick cock. She couldn't have managed it all at once and so he was so slowly sliding it into her, each inch accompanied by tortured gasps and cries of pleasure.
"Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes..."
This was his third time breaking his personal rule in the last week alone. He brought back virtually girls from the clubs, fucked them until they couldn't walk straight, made them breakfast the next day (one personal rule he'd stuck to) and then sent them on their way. He needed to do it because he was frustrated, and the reason for his frustration was his flatmates.
"Oh please...", softer now, like a whispered prayer. Her head was flung back and her eyes closed. He was almost fully in now and she was drawing her breath in, in anticipation.
His flatmates were a lesbian couple. Stephen certainly had no problem with that. But he'd had been unprepared for how startingly gorgeous both of the girls were, how often they seemed to nonchalantly wander through the flat in their underwear, for the purring and moaning noises he would hear from their room at night. Sexual frustration didn't even begin to describe it. And so he'd taking home a succession of girls from the clubs every other night, giving them the fucking of their lives while secretly thinking of his own sweet, beautiful and definitively unavailable flatmates.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! You're so fucking big, Stephen! Fuck me! Please fuck me hard!"
He was all the way in. She was ready (was her name Sue? Or was that Wednesday's girl?). He let himself enjoy her snug pussy for a moment, his cock stretching it to its limits. Sue (?) cast an adoring, almost worshipful look back at him and he grinned at her. He withdrew his cock all the way back out, drawing a muffled little cry of desolation from her, and prepared to hammer it home again.
He cast a striking figure, standing by the bed in the dim light; his naked muscular body covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his huge cock towering up proudly. Neither Stephen nor the girl noticed that the door of his bedroom had been left open a crack.
Stephen couldn't remember the name of the girl nude on all fours in the bed in front of him. This was breaking a personal rule of his, but he had his reasons.
"Please... please... more! Oh FUCK YES..."
He was a tall, leanly muscular young man, his chest broadened and his body toned and hardened by daily hours of exercise. His brown hair was cut short around an appealingly enigmatic face, all high cheekbones, hard angles and impenetrable green eyes. At present, as far as his bedmate was concerned, his most notable feature was his huge, thick cock. She couldn't have managed it all at once and so he was so slowly sliding it into her, each inch accompanied by tortured gasps and cries of pleasure.
"Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes..."
This was his third time breaking his personal rule in the last week alone. He brought back virtually girls from the clubs, fucked them until they couldn't walk straight, made them breakfast the next day (one personal rule he'd stuck to) and then sent them on their way. He needed to do it because he was frustrated, and the reason for his frustration was his flatmates.
"Oh please...", softer now, like a whispered prayer. Her head was flung back and her eyes closed. He was almost fully in now and she was drawing her breath in, in anticipation.
His flatmates were a lesbian couple. Stephen certainly had no problem with that. But he'd had been unprepared for how startingly gorgeous both of the girls were, how often they seemed to nonchalantly wander through the flat in their underwear, for the purring and moaning noises he would hear from their room at night. Sexual frustration didn't even begin to describe it. And so he'd taking home a succession of girls from the clubs every other night, giving them the fucking of their lives while secretly thinking of his own sweet, beautiful and definitively unavailable flatmates.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! You're so fucking big, Stephen! Fuck me! Please fuck me hard!"
He was all the way in. She was ready (was her name Sue? Or was that Wednesday's girl?). He let himself enjoy her snug pussy for a moment, his cock stretching it to its limits. Sue (?) cast an adoring, almost worshipful look back at him and he grinned at her. He withdrew his cock all the way back out, drawing a muffled little cry of desolation from her, and prepared to hammer it home again.
He cast a striking figure, standing by the bed in the dim light; his naked muscular body covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his huge cock towering up proudly. Neither Stephen nor the girl noticed that the door of his bedroom had been left open a crack.