[Fingers out and he about collapses onto the rest of his cock.]
Do it. Do it.
[Come he means. Words and brains aren't working as they should even though he's not shaking like a fault line. No doubts at all. He's going to have a limp and an ache. No regrets at all.
The sounds don't stop with the kid slamming away it could be some sort of a 60s guitar solo accompany.]
Yeah. Oh fuck. Jesus.
[There it is. Filling him right on up to the brim. There are people who dream about this sort of a human connection, all raw dirty and somehow tender and caring. Lucky bastards.]
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Do it. Do it.
[Come he means. Words and brains aren't working as they should even though he's not shaking like a fault line. No doubts at all. He's going to have a limp and an ache. No regrets at all.
The sounds don't stop with the kid slamming away it could be some sort of a 60s guitar solo accompany.]
Yeah. Oh fuck. Jesus.
[There it is. Filling him right on up to the brim. There are people who dream about this sort of a human connection, all raw dirty and somehow tender and caring. Lucky bastards.]
All of it.