DAVID 434
Don't let go now Brad. Those gigantic thighs of his are trembling. He can't hold that position forever. He's tired of clenching his glutes. By the time he sinks onto your cock, he won't have the strength left to keep you out. Just listen to him moan. Listen to him gasp. What you're doing with your tongue is making him weak in the knees. You know his weak spots, and he knows that you know. You know how to do it just right, and he knows that. Nobody else can do it like you Brad. And he knows that too. He wants you. He just won't admit it. It looks like he's trying to free himself, but you and I know he could break your grasp if he really wanted to. Is it all a show? An excuse to grab those big arms of yours? Every time you use your tongue and your goatee on his chest, he sobs because he knows he can't resist. Notice how he never pushes your head away.
And with every trembling thrust from those thighs, with every twist of his magnificent torso, with every push against your locked arms, his massive, throbbing, dripping cock, trapped between your pecs, is rubbed and massaged a little more. Slippery with his own pre-cum, he jacks himself off against your chest with every effort he makes to escape. He's so close. He knows if he cums, he'll be helpless. He'll falter. He'll collapse in your arms and you'll lower him onto your waiting fuck pole. His only means of control is to stay perfectly still...
Which allows you to tongue his nipples....
Which weakens his legs...
Which brings his ultra-sensitive hole another millimeter closer to your pulsing rod.
He can feel the hot crown of your cock sliding up the back of his balls. He panics. He pushes with his arms and legs. He begs you to stop But you're not going to stop, are you Brad? You have no intention of stopping. Because you know how to do it just right.
2009