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another climax
anyway.
His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches
long, but as he appeared to gather courage and confidence they
grew longer and slower. Slowly I felt his magnificent dick creep
in deeper by a fraction of an inch. Then more.
But before his thrusts could bear much more fruit he seemed
to lose control. His strokes approached six, then eight or ten
inches or maybe more. All I could do was ride with them. I
didn't think I could have taken it if I had been on the bed.
Then with an unearthly moan he came. The initial shot of
semen seemed to penetrate my very soul, a hot searing flood of
cum followed. Was this his first time? I wondered. Everything
about this guy was superlative. He just kept cumming and
cumming. I reached down to feel his balls to see if I could
detect the end, but they were just as full as before. Maybe I
couldn't tell that way.
Although I took his out-pouring with great pleasure, I had
hoped for more, I wanted another climax from this stud of the
first water. Oh, ye of little faith.
Aft
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