line my cock up with his hole. I don’t press gently, don't let him adjust—I’m too consumed with irritation and anger for that—I just plunge in all at once, rocking my bike and Bunky forward with my thrust. I start with a brutal pace, fucking him roughly and thoroughly, mesmerized by the way my cock stretches him so fucking good. Right now, despite logic and reasoning, I feel like an idiot for thinking this would never happen again. Not when it’s this good. Not when it’s this right.
