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Either that or have me suck him off. He’d never did go down on me, and he wasn’t even that good of a fucker. I hardly ever came.” Then Stacy, exacerbated, laments out loud, “Shit, why do boys are so selfish, all they can think of themselves, and never think about making us feel good.”“Well it’s your own fault. I don’t know why you stuck with him so long. I told you, a long time ago, if he hadn’t gone down on you by now, he’d never go down on you. Why you stayed with him as long as you did is beyond me.”Stacy opens up her own locker and starts to put her books away and then replies, “Oh, I didn’t say he never made me cum, just not very often, and look who’s talking. You’re gettin diddly. Hell, it’s like you’ve become a nun or something. I’m surprised you haven’t moved into some convent, for as much as you’re getting.”Nun in a covenant? Emily thought amusingly, If Stacy only knew how far away I’m from that. Remembering only back to the night before. The parents had stepped out after. I placed a hand on Bruce’s taught ass and slowly rubbed his cheek. My other hand found the bar of dial and began rubbing my chest with it. Putting the soap back down I reached my soapy hand to my cock and stroked it, causing the slippery soap to cover its bulging head and throbbing shaft. Leaning forward, I placed the mushroom head of my cock up against Bruce’s ass-pounding fingers. He slipped his fingers out, grasped the slippery shaft of my cock and pulled me into him. My cock slithered deeply into his shit hole and reaching forward, I grabbed his hips in my large manly hands and pulled him to me completely. I began a slow fucking motion, my balls bumped against his as I easily pumped his butt. Reaching around, I took his rigid cock in my hand and began stroking it in time to the fucking motion I was working. He grunted and groaned from the stimulation and I could feel his anus squeezing my cock in time to the beat. The feeling of his hot tight shitter wrapped around my already.
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