‘You’re every man’s fantasy, Mads.’ He pulls out and slams back in hard, and any remaining air leaves my lungs as I take his dick. ‘Bent over like this, your pussy begging to be fondled and fucked. Should I let someone else have a go?’ ‘No,’ I moan. He runs his lips along my jaw as he rolls his hips, filling me and teasing me. ‘Why?’ I steel myself to tell him the truth. A truth that’s been branding itself onto my conscious for a while now, and which has burnt brightly in my soul since this weekend. ‘Because nobody else makes me feel as good as you do.’ His inhale against my ear is sharp.
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