I saw that on his face a few minutes ago. He may not have been inside me, but the ravaged look on his face was that of a man about to go under. About to be subsumed by his needs. The thought of it has me burning up. As this guy pumps me, dragging his sizeable dick up and down against the nerve endings of my internal walls, the fantasy of Anton struggling to contain himself, to fight this, to quash the demons of lust that I know consume him as much as they consume me, engulfs me. It’s not my temporary fuck-buddy’s ragged breaths and grunts I hear behind me, but Anton’s. And as the heat ignites
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