I gripped his thighs too tight, chest heaving as I watched his long fingers stroke up and down my cock, making every inch slippery. Then he gripped my shoulder with one hand while the other held my cock upright. We both stared down between our bodies as the weeping tip met his hole. My hands flew up to grip his ass, spreading the cheeks. “B-breathe out. Bear down. We’ll stop if it hurts too much.”
