“Is taking this stuff off half as fun as putting it on?” Jimmy asked breathlessly.
“Oh,” Cold chuckled with a wicked smile. “Most definitely.”
Jimmy gasped when Cold began to pull at the zipper between his legs. “Wait, there’s two zippers?”
“Mmhmm. So, I can open whichever end I’d like to get to,” Cold replied, unzipping only enough to gain access to his ass. “Right now, this is definitely what I’m interested in.”
Jimmy groaned when he felt Cold’s finger pressing inside, teasing around his hole. He was already so slick from the coat of lubricant it had taken to get into the latex, and Cold slid in easily.
“I’m going to fuck you right here,” Cold whispered, his voice gentle as a kitten’s purr. “You’re going to watch yourself there in the mirror as I put my cock in you. I want you to watch your face when I come in you. I want you to see the moment you know you’re absolutely mine.”
“Yes, sir!” Jimmy moaned loudly when Cold’s cock began to slip in. His hole was so wet that the first few inches pushed right in, and he gasped as Cold pulled back out and thrust in again to work himself deeper.
“You’re not watching, Mr. Poe,” Cold warned, reaching around to slide his hand over Jimmy’s sensitive cock.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jimmy said, quickly shifting his attention to his reflection. He grabbed the sides of the thick mirror to steady himself, looking over the flush in his cheeks that was working its way down his lean chest. He couldn’t see much of Cold at this angle, having nothing else to gaze upon except himself.
He could see Cold’s hand, rubbing over his cock through the little latex panties, and it looked so sexy. He could feel his cock flexing, trying to work up for another round. With Cold’s cock stretching him out like this and the latex hugging his most intimate parts, it certainly wouldn’t be hard.
Cold began to pound into him, groping his cheeks and fondling him as he fucked him. “After I’ve come in you, I’m going to zip you right back up so you’re swimming in my fucking load.”
“F-fuck!” Jimmy’s grip tightened on the mirror, gritting his teeth as he watched his face turn a darker shade of red. His toes were curling in the stockings, slick and sliding, and he inhaled sharply as Cold suddenly latched onto the side of his neck.
Cold bit down, grunting as he began to drill Jimmy even harder. The force pressed Jimmy into the mirror, his face right smack against the glass, tilting it against the wall. He kept his eyes open, watching them fill with tears as he was torn apart by Cold’s massive cock.
“More,” Jimmy pleaded desperately. “Fuck! Please, sir! More!”
Cold growled, grabbing one of Jimmy’s legs and heaving it up. He bent his knees, using the leverage to pound up into Jimmy’s ass at an intensely deep angle. “Like this, Mr. Poe? Hmm?”
“Yes!” Jimmy screamed, the mirror rattling against the wall as Cold fucked him so ruthlessly. “Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Mmm, fuck,” Cold grunted, biting down on Jimmy’s shoulder again as his rhythm stalled out. He was coming, slamming his cock as deep as he could and holding firm as he pumped every drop of cum inside of him. He held himself in, rolling his hips in little circles as he slowly came down from the rush.
“Ohhhh... God...” Jimmy panted, pushing himself back up from the mirror and groaning. He could feel Cold’s cum leaking out, sticky and hot, and he smiled at himself in the reflection. “Wow.”
Cold passed a hand over Jimmy’s cock, frowning as he said, “You didn’t come?”
“Well, you didn’t technically tell me to,” Jimmy pointed out with a breathless laugh. “And I gotta admit I didn’t exactly see that exact moment of my face when you came in me since I was a little smushed against the mirror.”
“Hmmph.” Cold slowly pulled out and reached down to tug the zipper closed. He kissed Jimmy’s shoulder, soothing the bite marks he’d left. “Well, you know what that means, don’t you, Mr. Poe?”
“What?”
“We’re going to have to wait and try again.”
“Mmm.” Jimmy closed his eyes as Cold squeezed his ass through the latex. “Sounds good to me.”
