He grabbed ahold of the chains and used them to stroke me back and forth, impaling me upon his pole.He grabbed ahold of the chains and used them to stroke me back and forth, impaling me upon his pole. I lay there, being his toy, taking his abuses, knowing full well that I'd asked for this this time, and enjoying every second, every stroke, every deep and painful jab. He slowed down, and I could see that intense look on his face, that sight of pain and readiness, and he raised his face to the rafters and shouted as his cock throbbed and shot into my guts. But it was hardly over. He slid out of me, and Borodir took his place, sliding his cock into me. But it wasn't his cock I was interested in tonight; in that regard, Aaden was actually larger than Borodir. But I enjoyed him, his thick uncut dick, as it sawed into my asshole, and I closed my eyes with pleasure when he came. But it was his hands, his huge hands, that I was interested in tonight. |