‘‘Suffering from an itch, are we?’’ He got up on his knees and pulled me closer. Mature sex ‘‘One thousand years of bearing gifts, yet no one ever slides through my chimney.’’
I couldn’t help from shivering when his contracting muscle slid down my pole. ‘‘Don’t you dare die on me!’’
‘‘Get real you imbecile!’’ grunted Goldberg. His eyes locked me into their gaze, and I saw they were no longer filled with hate. Stretching my pucker wide open with his big thumbs to make way for his greedy mouth. He fucked me up against that wall until my butt was completely soar. My entire body bounced up and down as he kept screwing me, and I held on tight to his massive traps. It was only a small effort to walk over and check it out. Why else had he even bothered to cut the line in a day and age where everyone carried a mobile? ‘‘Fuck me Santa! Wrenching my cock up his narrow canal and aiming for his prostate.
