enough that they are almost
slamming into the table oher side of my head at ea-stroke. You
proceed to power-fuck me like this long and hard. The force of y
shakes the table stantly and would at times cause it to tilt and slam
noisily bato the floor. I wonder what the people in the office
downstairs are thinking.
Finally, I feel you tensing up, and on the last in-stroke you keep your
coside me, grinding it into my guts. You hunch down lower until your
face is inches away from mine, my khis time pressed firmly down onto
the table effectively folding my body in two. You let out a long low growl
as your cock begins to pulse, owice. Ohird pulse your rich
mancum spurts into my depths, a thick stro I actually feel
spraying my insides, followed by another, and another. You unload eight or
nine spurts inside me, fillih the essence of your manhood, adding
to the gallons you have already deposited over the last few months. As you
pump ye load into my sweaty, fevered little boy body, my eyes glaze
over and I cum again, shooting my own semen hard onto my chest and belly.
As my young balls surreheir last few squirts of cum, you stare deeply
into my eyes and open your mouth. I see your throat moving and I open
my own mouth wide, knowing what is ing. I wait demurely, teary-eyed and
panting, as a big glob of spit appear in your mouth and plops its way down
into mine. I savour the thick liquid on my toasting the totality of
your hold over me, the utterness with which I belong to you, just the way
you say I must. Then I swallow it, my eyes never leaving yours, feeling
more worthless than I' ve ever been.
Satiated, you pull your softening mans and pack it bato your
pants. "Don' t up," you tell me before you leave. "You put your
clothes ba now. But don' t fet to stuff the beads ba!"
I get