Mr. Spencer receives a text from Damien inviting him over for a visit. In his typical, sultry, sexy voice, saying he was glad I came and hoping he was not keeping me from anything. I told him, “I am at your service.” Smiling, he scooted across the bed toward me. He raised up, gave me a sweet kiss, pulled down the front of my underwear and sucked me.<\/p>\n
Damien sucks dick very well, driving my arousal higher when he gently wraps a hand around my aching balls, gently tugging them down. He got on all fours, I slowly pulled down his lounge pants revealing a cute pair of undies, snugly fitting his bottom. Once removed, I pushed in about half of my dick. Damien struggles taking my cock on the initial penetration, moaning more from discomfort than pleasure, but he knows that this is always a necessary process to get to the best part. When I got to his inner hole, Damien is a pro at knowing how to open it for large cocks, doing it again. He wants that feeling and so do I. At this point, I am still behind him, he has raised up, leaned back against me, and I wrapped my arms around his torso as we fucked. Then he said the magic word “deeper!” Woof! I was already in his guts, so I moved him back down on all fours and I got up into a push-up position so I could give the deepest level of service. In this position, nothing would get in the way of thrusting as deep as our bodies would allow. <\/p>\n
Damien got on his back, legs spread, with one foot on my shoulder. I pushed back in, thrusting faster. He whimpered, especially when I got both his little feet in one hand and held them up. In that position, he looks so little. I pumped faster and deeper again, telling him I was getting close, paused, kissed, edging a little, then resumed fucking until I pulled out and glazed him with my cum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mr. Spencer receives a text from Damien inviting him over for a visit. In his typical, sultry, sexy voice, saying he was glad I came and hoping he was not keeping me from anything. I told him, “I am at your service.” Smiling, he scooted across the bed toward me. He raised up, gave me […]<\/p>\n