Lock the Door
1. “Tell me when you want to come”, Paul said breathlessly as we both intently watched him working on the rim of my erection. He had formed his thumb and forefinger into a loose circle which he was steadily moving up and down just over the swollen rim of my cock-head, His fingers gliding in the thick film of cream which his intense teasing was milking from my hardon; his other hand was engaged in lightly tickling my balls. It was a hot afternoon in the small woods behind my house, and my...
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