Steve's Sweet Arse
Steve came over, he was toey. I always know, he's fidgety, doesn't concentrate on what I'm saying to him.
"What? What did you say?"
"That's the third time you haven't listened."
"Is not!" he protested. But his smile gave him away. He tried to stop it, but couldn't it spread across his face.
"You know you're not."
"Am too."
I caught him in my arms, he faux-struggled to get away. I pushed my nose into his hair, as he nuzzled me back.
"I know what you want."
I push him up against the bench from behind, kiss his neck, kiss his mouth as he turned his head hungrily.
“What do I want?” he whispered.
I reached around and unclip the buttons of his waistband and fly. His pants fell open and down to his thighs, so easily. Then my fingers are inside his jocks and pressing into the hairy crack down the centre of his round arse. He groans, his breathing gets shallower. I pull his jocks off his hot arse and get down on my knees and lick into his brown hole. It tastes acidic to start with, but two licks and it tastes like velvet. In no time it is dripping with my saliva.
Then I'm on my feet with my jeans around my thighs and my hard cock in my hand.
"Give it to me," says Steve. I spit on it and push it against him. His body gives way and with a groan I'm inside him. Right in. I slide it right into him.
He inhales sharply. "Oh yes," Steve groans. "Yes! Just like that."
He's got the tightest little hole, he can grip my dick really hard with it, it blows my mind. It can make me cum really fast, when he's gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing.
I push it right into him, I feel him open wide.
“Oh go…” he chokes on his word.
He drops spit into his hand and starts pulling his hard dick.
“Oh yeah!” he says.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I say.
I hook my arms up under his arm pits which pins him backwards against me. I pound my cock into him.
He pulls himself furiously.
He pushes his arse back hard on my prong.
I fuck him until he starts to shake and whimper and groan louder and louder and louder, a crescendoing scream, choking, guttural. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” He is shooting his cum all over the kitchen bench.
I shove my cock hard up his arse and blow my load inside him.
He loves my cum up his arse. It often dribbles out into his jocks, before he gets home. He says that turns him on as much as anything.
"What? What did you say?"
"That's the third time you haven't listened."
"Is not!" he protested. But his smile gave him away. He tried to stop it, but couldn't it spread across his face.
"You know you're not."
"Am too."
I caught him in my arms, he faux-struggled to get away. I pushed my nose into his hair, as he nuzzled me back.
"I know what you want."
I push him up against the bench from behind, kiss his neck, kiss his mouth as he turned his head hungrily.
“What do I want?” he whispered.
I reached around and unclip the buttons of his waistband and fly. His pants fell open and down to his thighs, so easily. Then my fingers are inside his jocks and pressing into the hairy crack down the centre of his round arse. He groans, his breathing gets shallower. I pull his jocks off his hot arse and get down on my knees and lick into his brown hole. It tastes acidic to start with, but two licks and it tastes like velvet. In no time it is dripping with my saliva.
Then I'm on my feet with my jeans around my thighs and my hard cock in my hand.
"Give it to me," says Steve. I spit on it and push it against him. His body gives way and with a groan I'm inside him. Right in. I slide it right into him.
He inhales sharply. "Oh yes," Steve groans. "Yes! Just like that."
He's got the tightest little hole, he can grip my dick really hard with it, it blows my mind. It can make me cum really fast, when he's gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing.
I push it right into him, I feel him open wide.
“Oh go…” he chokes on his word.
He drops spit into his hand and starts pulling his hard dick.
“Oh yeah!” he says.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I say.
I hook my arms up under his arm pits which pins him backwards against me. I pound my cock into him.
He pulls himself furiously.
He pushes his arse back hard on my prong.
I fuck him until he starts to shake and whimper and groan louder and louder and louder, a crescendoing scream, choking, guttural. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” He is shooting his cum all over the kitchen bench.
I shove my cock hard up his arse and blow my load inside him.
He loves my cum up his arse. It often dribbles out into his jocks, before he gets home. He says that turns him on as much as anything.
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