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“Don’t be quiet, Tyler. I loved it when you made noise,” Chris says between kissing my cheeks and the opening as he grips my cock tightly in hot strokes. The more he does, the more I grip the table. I want more.

Now it’s my turn to beg. “Chris. I need you. Please,” I whine. As he continues, my hips move of their own accord as I enjoy the affection he’s showing me.

He stops and rises to his full height. “Are you ready, Ty?”

“More than ready.”

Grasping my cock and teasing my balls, I feel a fullness as he enters me inch by inch. He’s larger than I remember ever having, but it feels superb. Once he’s fully seated, with a hitched breath, Chris pants out gleefully, “Press the button.”

Releasing my grip on the table, I press the first button. “Back up to where we were?”

“E—Eventually…Yes.” As he starts to move, every nerve in my body fires up. I’m alight. Rocking with his motions, back and forth, we set a tempo that goes with the motion of the vibrating toy. Without direction from him and as our speed increases, I select the next setting on the toy.

Growling his satisfaction of the speed, Chris reaches forward to grasp my cock tighter than I think it’s ever been grabbed before, but it feels great. “One more,” he says through gritted teeth. Pushing the button, his body jerks to the motion, taking mine with him in a gleeful way.

“Jesus!” I yell out as his strokes increase. Thrusting hard, my body is accepting the pounding speed with joy. Wanting to tempt the next setting, I push the limits.

Hitting the button, Chris yells out. “FUCK! Yes! Yes!” Speeding up, the table jerks heavily across the floor, bouncing until it hits the edge of the kitchen counter. Now that there’s nothing allowing us to move, Chris grips my shoulder to pull me backwards so he can adjust to the change of our position.

As the blue flames of my orgasm lick the edge of my spine, I squeal, “I’m going to come!”

As his body jerks a few fast strokes while my ass grips him tightly, he too comes, hard and fast.

Once the euphoria of our orgasms fade, Chris and I collapse against the table.

“Stop the toy before I start laughing,” Chris says breathlessly.

Now that his motions have stopped, I back it down until the vibration stops.

Hearing his ragged breaths, feeling his sweat-slicked body, I relish the post orgasmic afterglow.

“How ya doin’ back there?” I ask giddily.

Before he can answer, a woman states, “He’s good. How are you?”

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