I'd trade this for any hundred fine stallions.I'd trade this for any hundred fine stallions. This one's enough for me! As I knead upward towards your shoulders, your back arches and your buttcheeks press upward against mine, making my cock rub against wool. I rise up and lower your waistband, and the tops of two white, warm mounds show, with a dribble of shining hair patched just above them and extending down into the cleft they make. I could stay here all night and be content, but....that's not what you or I need tonight. I rise off and return to the foot of the bed: "Roll over." Slowly you do.... Our eyes lock for just an instant, and there's pleasure written deeply in yours. I notice that your response to the backrub is the same as mine: a bulge is pulsing at the front of your trousers, and it's even bigger than I had remembered. |