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The book of love is long and boring
"Mm--Aaah!" Sam let out a thrilled moan at Loren's hard slap, pressing the side of his face into the wall and wiggling his ass, making it very clear he was asking for anything more Loren could give. Thankfully it was given soon, Loren's cock grinding against him "Oh, please..." Sam whined, finding he wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than Loren inside him, the feeling of being full.
His head went back as his hair was pulled and Sam reached back to hold Loren's hip as the taller man pushed in closer, Sam finally feeling the push of his cock against him. "Ohh--oh, Loren--" He moaned, eyes slipping closed as he made sounds of indeed only pleasure, no pain from the sudden and hard thrust. A hand reached down to stroke his own cock now, Sam ignoring the memory of a rather similar moment from this in a recent dream; this was real and Loren was here and wanted him.
"Hard. Please. Hard and fast." He begged, needing to feel the overwhelming rush of being fucked, the euphoria from the bite making him desperate for more.
His head went back as his hair was pulled and Sam reached back to hold Loren's hip as the taller man pushed in closer, Sam finally feeling the push of his cock against him. "Ohh--oh, Loren--" He moaned, eyes slipping closed as he made sounds of indeed only pleasure, no pain from the sudden and hard thrust. A hand reached down to stroke his own cock now, Sam ignoring the memory of a rather similar moment from this in a recent dream; this was real and Loren was here and wanted him.
"Hard. Please. Hard and fast." He begged, needing to feel the overwhelming rush of being fucked, the euphoria from the bite making him desperate for more.
No one can lift the damn thing
