Arse Man
I think I might be an arse man, I like being inside them as often as I can. Broad shoulders, small hips. Fill him up, pull his dick. Watch him chew the material as he walks, he can squat down hard as he talks. He can take it any way, he can take two that’s okay.
I like the look, the feel, the taste. Two licks cleans the waist. Slide my finger in, that makes him sing. He asks for more, dirty little whore, I like that in a boy. Breathless. Feckless. Undress. Make me a mess.
Feel him push back. Fill his hungry crack. Push it right in, makes him shoot his thing.
I even like the smell afterwards. The wetness, the sweat. Pull my clothes on, feel them stick, then you know you have got down to it.
Then grab him before he goes, pull him down, rip off his clothes, fuck him again, just for the exquisite pain.
I like the look, the feel, the taste. Two licks cleans the waist. Slide my finger in, that makes him sing. He asks for more, dirty little whore, I like that in a boy. Breathless. Feckless. Undress. Make me a mess.
Feel him push back. Fill his hungry crack. Push it right in, makes him shoot his thing.
I even like the smell afterwards. The wetness, the sweat. Pull my clothes on, feel them stick, then you know you have got down to it.
Then grab him before he goes, pull him down, rip off his clothes, fuck him again, just for the exquisite pain.
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