Weathering The Storm: I pushed his underpants down and got my big fat tongue working on his butt; teasing and tantalizing him while the thunder ricocheted around the forest. I left him gasping and whimpering in a state of pure sexual ecstasy, his sweet hole twitching for my big dirty dick. By the time I was ready to fuck him, our bodies were glistening with sweat. It was the kind of sweat which only comes in the middle of a hot, wet night when two bodies are on fire and desperate to become one. I pulled him up onto all fours and squatted behind him, lining my raw, pre-cum-coated cock against his hole before pushing myself inside. He squeaked and gasped as I started to penetrate him. It was a satisfying noise; one which told me that the experience was right on the edge of pleasurable.
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