There’s this twisted feeling in me. For the first time since breaking up with Bay, I want someone else… and I thought itwas completely impossible. How strange. Could that actually be proof that it’s Bay? No, there’s no time to dwell on that.
A moment later, I feel his hands on my ass again, gliding over my cheeks, his fingers spreading wide as he gently squeezes my soft flesh. I don’t work out, so I don’t have rock-hard glutes, just two pale cushions.
But he doesn’t care. He spreads me wider, and his thumb brushes over my entrance, which responds instantly, pulsing, opening even more.
"Do it. I consent!"
And then I feel the press of his cock—double-wrapped in latex—against the skin of my hole.
It’s real. I’m doing it. Insanity.
My heart pounds wildly, my breath shallow and uneven, but miraculously, I don’t need my inhaler. Every part of me tenses and hums, pulling me toward something incomprehensible, my hole stretching under the pressure of his cock, inch by inch, his hardness filling me.
He’s fucking huge! Just as thick as Bay. I moan loudly, the pleasure so overwhelming I feel like my cock, hard as tempered steel between my legs, might explode any second.
This is real. Right here, on the lawn in the middle of the park, I’m giving my ass to my stalker.
And I know it won’t last long. I can feel him deeper, filling my channel with his heat, his massive presence. My hole stretches to its limit, right at the edge of comfort, yet I still crave more.
I rock my hips back, urging him deeper, deeper, deeper…
"Yes, yes!" I gasp, thrusting back again, and he fills me even more. I can feel my stomach bulge under the pressure of his massive cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I beg, because fire is coursing through my veins. I’m trembling, my hole so pleasure-drunk it feels likeevery thrust triggers a micro-orgasm. His gloved hands grip my hips hard, and he starts pulling back slowly, savoring the moment, then slamming deep
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I’m stuffed, skewered, my cock can’t take it, too much electric pleasure, and suddenly I explode, shooting cum onto the grass.
But it’s not enough, I don’t want to stop. I still feel pressure in my balls, my hole pulsing, clenching around him. I hear his breath through the mask, deeper, more ragged, guttural. It sounds like he’s struggling to hold back too.
I clench my fists, press my forehead into the grass. The smell of earth adds some primal edge to this whole situation as his thrusts rock my body, and my cock leaks another drop of white…
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
My body sways, but I take him, I can handle it, and wild waves of pleasure rip through me again, the buildup of something incredible starting all over.
"Yes, yes," I murmur blissfully.
But I know he’s close. His pace quickens, his cock drills into me, stretching me, massaging me just right.
My poor prostate can’t take it. I come again, and I feel his cock pulse through the two layers of latex.
He comes too, in total silence, only his breath—deep, ragged, straining—giving him away.
The orgasm hits us both, intense, perfect.
We tremble in sync, a blinding white light flooding my body. I float in the feeling, terrified by it at the same time. Because thelast time I felt this good was with Bay, and now I’m lost in this divine sensation I’d forgotten for so long.
Yeah, yeah…
