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Slowly, he stopped moaning and rocking himself on my cock. "Oh, man!" he sighed, releasing the grip he had kept on my head, "That tight was so good, so fucking good. You're the best!" Now here we were, a few hours later, having done it again. I rolled off Rob, and he slowly lowered his legs back down onto the bed. I saw him wince a bit as he turned on his side to face me. "You ok?" I asked as I wiped the cum I had shot all over his stomach with a towel. "Yeah," he answered. "I guess that's just what I get for being allure such a hungry bottom." It was the first time he had ever used the word when we were together. I didn't like it. Not because of the word, but because it was a reminder that he was always giving himself to me and I wasn't giving myself to him. "We probably shouldn't do that twice in a row like that," I said, feeling bad now that the moment had passed. I shifted one hand under, and one hand over him, kissing his lips. I brought my hand down to his ass and massaged his cheeks. He smiled at me and closed his eyes. I brought a finger to his hole, which was still open and slick with lube. I traced my finger along the outside of his anus, hoping it would soothe him. "You're gonna get me all worked up again," he said quietly. I wanted to ask him why he loved bottoming with me so much when it wasn't something he had ever done with the guys he'd been with before but I could tell he was drifting off to sleep. For now, I was content to go to sleep as well blowjob but I knew I would soon have to grow a pair and reciprocate. Indeed, since Rachel had left on holidays, we'd had sex every day, sometimes several times a day, but he had never fucked me. He had played with my ass, massaged my prostate and given me as much pleasure as he could but he had never taken it further, never even asked if he could fuck me and I didn't really offer. He was always willing to let me do him and I could see how much he enjoyed it. We hadn't fucked every time we'd been together, but when we had, he'd always acted first. He’d lube up my cock or tell me he wanted to feel me in him. I always made sure he came as hard as he possibly could, student spending him, fucking him hard, gently, fast, lovingly, slowly, however he wanted it, but deep down, I knew that it wasn't enough and that I needed to give him more than that. I knew that he didn't want to make me do anything that I was uncomfortable with and I loved him even more for it. He was taking things slow to make sure that I'd want to do it again - to make sure that I'd like it. He was right, I still didn't feel super comfortable with the idea of bottoming and I absolutely loved being on top… but so perky did he and I felt bad for denying him the pleasure. It was now mid-August. “Never!” Not that anyone else noticed. We only once saw one policeman anywhere near the blowjob bars; and that was after a fight had started. I tossed and turned trying to go to sleep for thirty minutes or so. “I’ll close the door and you scream as loud as you can.” “I made coffee.” That made all of them laugh. I shuddered. However, let me ask, if we feel things getting out of hand, is our safe word still in play?” She asks. In this position, when Dawn would sit the anal plug would start vibrating in a random pattern. I groaned at the plump vulva creased by that little crevasse, her juices glistening on her flesh. They now, no longer have a perky weapon against you. I wanted to cover my bits but somehow I managed to resist tight the urge. She pushed her arm underneath my belly and lifted me up on all fours, I cooperated with this move. The makeup girl didn't care that my friends were watching her ride my dick. She kissed the enormous head, long and student passionately, then moved her mouth to the head of the top dick and kissed it, too. “Well, h-hahh, s’not natural, if that’s what you mean,” Kelly replied with a breathless laugh, letting her fingers rest for a allure moment. He tried to clear his mind. But I was getting better at reading Tish’s moods, and I knew she wanted me to just get down to business. This angle is designed so that each thrust of my cock applies pressure to your bladder. A lipstick kiss print around her asshole. We sped off into the night ignoring all traffic laws as I called ahead to let our Dr. know we were on the way to the birthing center.