Page 135 of His Big Bad Stick

My butt touches the sink.

I stare at up him.

I reach for his cock, which is between us.

He’s huge and slippery.

I’m stroking my own wetness up and down his cock…

Colver just stares at me.

It’s really intense.

He then reaches and starts grabbing big, folded towels. Sort of opening them, throwing them to the floor.

Colver moves my hand from his cock, pulls me against him and picks me up. He then lowers me down to the floor. Nestling between my legs. We fit together.

He doesn’t waste a second either.

Right back inside me…

I thrust my hips up and arch a little, but it’s not needed.

I don’t have to do a thing.

Colver knows how to explore. How to reach impossible depths.

Colver knows how to fuck.

This time though… he’s slow. He’s thorough.

His movements are…

They’re so caring.

He grunts with each deep stroke.

My hands claw at his shoulders and then at his face.

I need him to stare at me.

He does.

I need him to keep fucking me.

He does.

And when I need him to kiss me…

He does.

When I feel the first throbbing spurt of Colver’s climax, I hold my breath.

My hands reach for his ass, wanting to feel him flexing and pumping.

He’s got me pinned against the towels on the bathroom floor, his face buried into my neck, grunting as his cock keeps releasing.

My hips keep jumping. Wanting. Taking. Craving.

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