Easter Sunday
We were spent, finished, done. The party was over.
He was lying prostrate on the bed, exhausted from two days of being well, really violated. I got down between his legs and sucked on his. Soft, sticky cock until he rose again, rock hard, like a slick, shiny rail.
“There is the Easter miracle,” I announced. "Rising from the dead."
We laughed.
We hugged and kissed with Mathew’s huge boner sticking into my stomach.
He was lying prostrate on the bed, exhausted from two days of being well, really violated. I got down between his legs and sucked on his. Soft, sticky cock until he rose again, rock hard, like a slick, shiny rail.
“There is the Easter miracle,” I announced. "Rising from the dead."
We laughed.
We hugged and kissed with Mathew’s huge boner sticking into my stomach.
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