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and whispered in his ear...
"I am Mikar." Then he pressed his lips to Nikola's mouth...
Mikars' tongue opening his lips pushed Nikola ove rhte edge, he hugged
the boys body to his own, his hands kneading Mikars bottom, and rubbing the
soft flesh of his back and sides. He carried the boy over to the bed and undid
the drawstring of his pants letting his 9 inches of manhood free of it's
constraint.
Mikar looked at the cock fearfully, he knew what the warrior needed,
but it had been over a year since he had sold his body, this will hurt he
thought. At once dreading and welcoming what was about to come next. He
lifted his legs in the air, presenting his puckered bottom to the warrior, his
6 inches of cock harddening rapidly.
"Get it wet," he said "there is no way I could take that thing dry."
Nikola spat into his right hand, then rubbed it in the head of his
engorged member. The spit combined with the pre-cum, the sensation making him
even hornier. He grabbed the boy's bottom placed his cock at the opening, and
then rammed himself in.
Mikar screamed. The warrior had lost all control, he was slamming his
trobbing pole in harder and harder. The warrior leaned over Mikar and began
to kiss him violently, his arms hugging Mikars legs to his torso. His belly
rubbing against Mikars cock, making it hotter
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