Whispers After Dark
My cock pulsing in his fist, cum spilling over his fingers, walls clamping down hard around him.
He thrust deep, groaning, hips jerking as he came. Condom catching every pulse.
We panted, sweaty, our bodies trembling.
Tattooed Guy stepped forward, smiling.
“My turn.”
He helped me stand on shaky legs, turned me so my back pressed to his chest. His hands roamed all over my body. One wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly. The other slid between my cheeks, fingers circling my hole, still slick and open from Deep Voice.