“No Gary, of course not!”
“Then why,” I asked him, “are you letting me stroke your cock?”
Paul looked down in surprise at the sight of my hand sliding down his hard shaft. Paul had stopped thrashing, and was just doing a big twitch each time a new shock hit him. Indian sex I admire his smooth skin and well muscled body, and watch as his thick cock hardens up and he begins unconsciously stroking it. The flared rim of my corona was seated against the inner side of Paul’s sphincter, resisting as his colon tightened around my glans, vainly trying to push out the invading cock. The unfamiliar taste hides the taste of the additions to what I serve. On weekends he usually drinks thin beers like Coors, so I provide Bass as an upgrade. Gasping and quivering, on the brink of cumming, I pulled the trigger of the Taser, holding it down as bursts of electricity arced into Paul’s spine. Paul unintentionally teased me by clenching his ass against the anticipated violation, making his buttocks grasp at my cock.
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