Johnny pumped his fingers slowly in and out of Wylie as he watched his face, waiting for the moment when he was sure he could take his cock. The nickname Wylie had for him sent a shudder of desire through his body every time he said it. No one else called him that. Another thing that made him Wylie's, and Wylie's alone. Soon it was all he could handle, and he shifted to grip the base of his cock and pushed the tip against Wylie's anus, thrusting his hips forward slowly as he worked on pushing himself in to the hilt. "I'm getting there, babe... I'm getting there... God, I want you so much.
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Date: 2011-05-01 08:42 am (UTC)