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ing here, kissing him.
We didn't have anything like lube on the shuttle; NASA
doesn't assume you need it. But I was experienced in
lovemaking, with my last lover (so recently we broke up and
I couldn't even mourn out loud, but it had been a month and
I was feeling better) and his huge cock that I felt competent
to take Cyril's in me without lubrication. If he was gentle
about it.
I needn't have worried, Cyril is such a gentle lover.
He let me reach for his cock, cooperated without insistence
as I guided it for my ass, worked it in slowly. His foreskin
was a wonderful lubricant, the way it rolled around and made
room for itself inside me.
After a time, Cyril's cock was buried in me all the way.
That was when he took over, grabbing me by the shoulders
underneath my armpits for all-important leverage.
We were spinning, of course, though not much. Cyril
seemed to be moving without moving, to the right, to the
right, around and around. It was a slow spin, though, like
we were dancing together. And I felt him begin to fuck me,
slowly and kindly, just like Cyril always was, without any
abruptness. He was infinitely patient, like he
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