Nice Arses
I was walking down Lygon Street behind two very fit lads; one had a big, square arse and the other had a little, firm one. Both so hot. Masculinity walking away from me, walking like the big, strapping men that they were. Very nice.
They both had hoodies on. I passed them just to see their faces and they were so fucking handsome, short hair, number one's, Scandinavian or Dutch, or something.
I couldn't help fantasise about them both being on their knees with their jeans around their thighs, turning, looking back at me as I slid a well lubed finger into both their tight holes.
Can you imagine them groaning, despite themselves; dropping their heads down and groaning, feeling the pleasure, pushing back despite themselves, as their rings grip and ungrip around each of my probing fingers.
They both had hoodies on. I passed them just to see their faces and they were so fucking handsome, short hair, number one's, Scandinavian or Dutch, or something.
I couldn't help fantasise about them both being on their knees with their jeans around their thighs, turning, looking back at me as I slid a well lubed finger into both their tight holes.
Can you imagine them groaning, despite themselves; dropping their heads down and groaning, feeling the pleasure, pushing back despite themselves, as their rings grip and ungrip around each of my probing fingers.
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