shoulder blade.
Ryan’s laugh strangled as Dar drew out and shoved back in as hard as he could. “Don’t ever quit me.”
“Never,” Dar promised.
Ryan picked up the pace with Dar, pushing back when Dar drove forward. Giving and taking from each other with all the strength in their bodies. Ryan’s grunts and quickened sounds of pleasure pushed Dar’s arousal higher still.
He reached around and found that Ryan was hard again, and he stroked him in time to their fucking. Dar’s hips smacked Ryan’s ass, his balls bounced and Ryan’s rocked roughly, swinging just as hard.
Dar slipped out. He wanted to look at Ryan, see the effect it had on him the moment Dar came. Ryan complained as their bodies separated, but Dar turned him, hooked his arm under Ryan’s thigh and lifted.
Ryan understood and helped him re-enter. Then held himself up on the counter as he offered his other leg to Dar. Dar took it, spreading him so wide it had to feel like Dar was going to rip his ass, but he knew Ryan liked it a little rough and the pleasure etched on his face proved it.
Dar fucked him as hard as he could, naked cock inside heated shaft, gloving him and drawing him relentlessly higher. He look down, seeing where their bodies joined, and relishing the way Ryan’s hardened cock shuddered on every thrusting impact, unsupported by belly or thigh, it waved wildly.
“I want to taste your cock again,” Dar grunted.
Ryan looked between them, too. “Jesus, that looks hot.”
“I’m watching you. Look how thick and red you are. I bet you could come for me.”
Dar shifted their hips until Ryan’s cock was trapped between their sweating abdomens. Ryan swore softly, threw his head back, and seemed to give himself over to the moment.
Dar lovingly traced with his eyes every line of his body, every flex and shift. Tension built at the base of Dar’s spine. Recklessly he pumped harder still, giving in as Ryan had, fucking though his legs trembled and his arms ached.
Cum raced up his cock. Dar bellowed. Moisture shot from Ryan and coated their chests as Dar emptied himself, high and hard in his lover’s body.
Ryan’s face was one of rapture. “I felt you come inside me.”
“I felt everything inside you.” He lowered Ryan’s legs, inadvertently pulling his cock from Ryan.
Ryan hugged him close. “I’m so glad you dialed the wrong number that day.”
Dar wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist and nestled his cheek against his chest. “Do you think we’d have met if I hadn’t?”
“I don’t know. Do you believe in fate?”
Dar lifted his face. “I believe in us . Fate may have brought us together initially, but we are what keep us together.”
“You’re my prince charming, Dar. I love you.”
“I guess that makes you my Cinderella?”
Ryan poked Dar in the ribs. “I don’t wear dresses and I’m pretty sure I’d have slapped my stepfamily.”
“I know. You’re the hunky gardener on palace grounds.”
“I promise to tend to your garden regularly, my love.”
“Don’t ignore my elm,” Dar warned.
“I didn’t realize elm trees had nuts,” Ryan mused. “But I promise to tend them regularly.”
Dar laughed, spontaneously hugging him. “I love you.”
“And they lived happily ever after. The…” Ryan tenderly kissed Dar’s lips. “…End.”
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Ryan’s laugh strangled as Dar drew out and shoved back in as hard as he could. “Don’t ever quit me.”
“Never,” Dar promised.
Ryan picked up the pace with Dar, pushing back when Dar drove forward. Giving and taking from each other with all the strength in their bodies. Ryan’s grunts and quickened sounds of pleasure pushed Dar’s arousal higher still.
He reached around and found that Ryan was hard again, and he stroked him in time to their fucking. Dar’s hips smacked Ryan’s ass, his balls bounced and Ryan’s rocked roughly, swinging just as hard.
Dar slipped out. He wanted to look at Ryan, see the effect it had on him the moment Dar came. Ryan complained as their bodies separated, but Dar turned him, hooked his arm under Ryan’s thigh and lifted.
Ryan understood and helped him re-enter. Then held himself up on the counter as he offered his other leg to Dar. Dar took it, spreading him so wide it had to feel like Dar was going to rip his ass, but he knew Ryan liked it a little rough and the pleasure etched on his face proved it.
Dar fucked him as hard as he could, naked cock inside heated shaft, gloving him and drawing him relentlessly higher. He look down, seeing where their bodies joined, and relishing the way Ryan’s hardened cock shuddered on every thrusting impact, unsupported by belly or thigh, it waved wildly.
“I want to taste your cock again,” Dar grunted.
Ryan looked between them, too. “Jesus, that looks hot.”
“I’m watching you. Look how thick and red you are. I bet you could come for me.”
Dar shifted their hips until Ryan’s cock was trapped between their sweating abdomens. Ryan swore softly, threw his head back, and seemed to give himself over to the moment.
Dar lovingly traced with his eyes every line of his body, every flex and shift. Tension built at the base of Dar’s spine. Recklessly he pumped harder still, giving in as Ryan had, fucking though his legs trembled and his arms ached.
Cum raced up his cock. Dar bellowed. Moisture shot from Ryan and coated their chests as Dar emptied himself, high and hard in his lover’s body.
Ryan’s face was one of rapture. “I felt you come inside me.”
“I felt everything inside you.” He lowered Ryan’s legs, inadvertently pulling his cock from Ryan.
Ryan hugged him close. “I’m so glad you dialed the wrong number that day.”
Dar wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist and nestled his cheek against his chest. “Do you think we’d have met if I hadn’t?”
“I don’t know. Do you believe in fate?”
Dar lifted his face. “I believe in us . Fate may have brought us together initially, but we are what keep us together.”
“You’re my prince charming, Dar. I love you.”
“I guess that makes you my Cinderella?”
Ryan poked Dar in the ribs. “I don’t wear dresses and I’m pretty sure I’d have slapped my stepfamily.”
“I know. You’re the hunky gardener on palace grounds.”
“I promise to tend to your garden regularly, my love.”
“Don’t ignore my elm,” Dar warned.
“I didn’t realize elm trees had nuts,” Ryan mused. “But I promise to tend them regularly.”
Dar laughed, spontaneously hugging him. “I love you.”
“And they lived happily ever after. The…” Ryan tenderly kissed Dar’s lips. “…End.”
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IA
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Mia makes her home in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where she divides her time between a job and spying on people. Mia enjoys long walks along Lake Algonquin, daisies, dancing in the snow…(Delete prior sentence, meant for personal ad)…
Mr. Perfect may apply in person for a thorough evaluation and trial. All others will be towed.
To learn more about Mia, please visit her website at http://www.MiaWatts.com.
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