thrust upward to receive my cock. She encircled my butt with her legs and held me within her range.
“Call me Peaches,” she ordered and I did.
“Peaches, you’re fucking the shit out of me,” I said, feeling the
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gay fisting of her fist on my rib, stunning me. Silly me, for thinking I had praised her efforts.
Peaches was working hard, evidenced by the perspiration on her brow and the sound of grunts, coming from deep in her abdomen. I held my butt above her, letting her have her way with my cock. When her legs left my ass and her arms slacked I
gay fisting knew that she was tiring. I let her bring me down for a long kiss, then looked over my shoulder to make sure the jealous husband had not entered the room.
My first hard thrust was met with the expulsion of air as if I had
gay fisting knocked the wind out of Wendy...ah..Peaches. She tried to bring her legs up to give me better access but it was no use, they were limp. She clutched me with her
gay fisting arms as I hammered her.
“Call me Pea....call me
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I knew what she was trying to say, “Peaches, are you getting what you wanted? Is this
gay fisting what you wanted?” I was working hard, hoping the rubber would stand up to the abuse I was giving it.
She
gay fisting ran her hands through my hair, then dropped them to the bed, exhausted.
“Peaches? are you all right?”
She looked up at me through glazed eyes, a slim smile on her lips.
I was tiring also. Slowing, I pushed hard, making every thrust count because my balls told me there would only be a few more. Somehow, Wendy...ah Peaches, held on till I made the final plunge, releasing my cream into the rubber.
“That’s something else ‘we are NEVER going to do again,’” Wendy said when we had come to our senses, tugging on my flaccid
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gay fisting the sleeves of the dress. Otherwise, she was uncovered.
“What’s that?” I asked, guarding my cock between my legs so she could not get hold of it again.
“That hard fucking you gave me, I liked
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