~*~*~*~ This is what fantasies are made of. Chris laying on the bed, stroking his cock slowly as Justin kissed you hard, stripping you and himself in one almost continuous motion.
"Ride him," Justin growled in your ear. You nodded, knocking Chris's hand out of the way and climbing over him. He gripped your hips, guiding you down and groaning when you engulfed him completely.
Justin's hands roamed your back and you arched into his touch. "That's hot baby," he cooed, his fingers slowly teasing the crack of your ass. You moved against them, and he chuckled. "I was hoping you'd like that."
As you started to ride Chris slowly, Justin lubed his fingers, sliding one into you slowly. You groaned, fingers scraping at Chris's chest as the finger went into you completely, touching the wall between himself and Chris.
"More," you moaned, and Justin added a second finger, twisting them and stretching them, opening you slowly. A third finger entered when you begged, and then, inch by inch, his cock soon followed.
You whimpered and writhed, finding a rhythm with them both, working harder when they moaned, gripping you and ravaging your skin.
Yes, this is definitely every fantasy you've ever had. And so, so much more.
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Date: 2003-12-08 05:51 pm (UTC)~*~*~*~
This is what fantasies are made of. Chris laying on the bed, stroking his cock slowly as Justin kissed you hard, stripping you and himself in one almost continuous motion.
"Ride him," Justin growled in your ear. You nodded, knocking Chris's hand out of the way and climbing over him. He gripped your hips, guiding you down and groaning when you engulfed him completely.
Justin's hands roamed your back and you arched into his touch. "That's hot baby," he cooed, his fingers slowly teasing the crack of your ass. You moved against them, and he chuckled. "I was hoping you'd like that."
As you started to ride Chris slowly, Justin lubed his fingers, sliding one into you slowly. You groaned, fingers scraping at Chris's chest as the finger went into you completely, touching the wall between himself and Chris.
"More," you moaned, and Justin added a second finger, twisting them and stretching them, opening you slowly. A third finger entered when you begged, and then, inch by inch, his cock soon followed.
You whimpered and writhed, finding a rhythm with them both, working harder when they moaned, gripping you and ravaging your skin.
Yes, this is definitely every fantasy you've ever had. And so, so much more.