
Comment no.313 posted by Luke: Why the hell was my cock bobbing up and down, longing for being set free? Why was I even considering what it might feel like to hold his dick? I was sure it was thick and warm...pulsating. But it was excruciating, his skin was flayed and his muscles bruised, his breath was choked in his throat as he braced himself for more.
Comment no.314 posted by Tristan: He came in great globs and he milked it until he stopped coming. And remember to mow the lawn.
Comment no.315 posted by Natalie: Thank you, I said. Good, huh? he asked.