That next week, Kwame broke things off with Bree. I got a kick out of thinking that the smell of cum, sweat and ass would join the odor of old books after our departure. I cringed a little as Kwame’s dick slid out of me on its own accord. ![]() ![]() We lay there for a bit, exhausted from the sex. “Yes!” I felt myself jerk spurts of spunk as Kwame’s dick pulsed between my walls, filling me with dream whip. “You promise?” “Yes.” “Say, ‘I promise.’” “I’m gonna c-come…I promise.” “Whose ass is this?” “Yours.” “What?” “This ass is yours.” Kwame was tearing it up. I want your nut.” “You gonna pledge with me?” “Yes!” I yelled out. “Oh, shit, I’m close.” “You want this nut?” “Yes.” “Tell Kwame you want it.” “I want it!” “What do you want? Say it!” “I want you. Fuck yeah! Right there! “Keep fuckin’ me!” “Will you do it? Pledge with me!” “Yeah! Fuck!” Kwame was all the way inside me.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |