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how many must I dance to?
Posted:Jan 1, 2022 11:17 am
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Imagine this scenario: I'm naked, you are too...you are sitting in a chair with a drink in one hand and a three foot leather whip with a short flail end in your other hand.

My balls have been weighted so my hard dink hangs down and is exposed to being struck anywhere along the length of my cockshaft.
You have put a Lady Gaga tune on the stereo and have cranked the volume. I am to dance until you say stop. I dance...
Every seconds or so you strike out with a sharp lash my gyrating and bouncing wiener, with a resounding "smac.."

Smac..smac......smac....SMAKKK.....

Each strike gets a more intense.
Your aim is accurate and direct,

As the tune continues, you get up , walk around and strike at my hard bouncing welt-covered cock with your whip.
Each strike more forceful than the last,

How many songs must I dance?
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firsthand experience
Posted:May 23, 2021 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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Do you remember the first time a man stuck his hands down your pants?
I remember it well...I was . It has happened fairly regularly since then, and I am well past my youth, and it still feels just as exciting.
It can be gentle or done quite roughly, and it all feels great.

I love the first embrace, the first hint that something is about to happen. Maybe the man kisses me - maybe he just looks me in the eyes, or maybe he just grabs me and forces his hand down to my meat - It has all happened to me.
I love that first slow nervous feel of a hand sliding down my bare belly, under my shirt, fingers slipping past my waistband....maybe he undoes my belt buckle (if I'm wearing one) ...most often he just slides his hands down slowly down my clean-shaven abdomen and mons area, to the top of my dink and runs his thumb along its length as he cups my balls - maybe he just goes right for it and starts stroking my weiner....
I harden in his hands...

Maybe he has a sense of urgency or is trying to be dominant, and slams me up against a wall or down on a table, bed, or floor....and shoves his hands in suddenly and forcefully to grab my clit and ballsack with authority and mauls me savagely. Its nice too....I do like it rough sometimes.

What is your style? How do you like to start things off?
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THWACKKKK
Posted:Mar 11, 2021 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2021 11:27 am
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Here's a scenario imagine:

We're at your place, or my hotel room....wherever.
You are sitting naked on a stool while I dance for you like in this video attached.
You have your leather belt in your hand, with the buckle in your grip and several inches of the belt wrapped around your hand. About 20 inches, or maybe feet of leather belt protrude from your palm ready for you use.

You swing at my bouncing dick, Smack - you connect with a satisfying "thwack" sound as my cock bounces up off my belly and back down several times. I keep dancing....

Thwac...thwac..THWAC..THWHAKKK...

Each strike gets progressively harder the point where you are winding up for a powerful shot.

THWACKK...!

As the music ends, I approach, and you grab me by the back of my head and force onto your pre-cum dripping cock for a rigorous throatfucking.
You thrust your meat into my mouth repeatedly.
After a minute or so of this you throw me down and take my stinging throbbing bruised cock into your hands and mouth, while I continue to suck you off.

What happens next? Any ideas?
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Exhibitionist wants to be cockwhipped,
Posted:Mar 8, 2021 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2021 7:22 pm
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I'm sitting here with a hard dick thinking about you watching my videos on Full Screen mode.
Looking at my coc..
I am extraordinarily an exhibitionist, and have been since my days stripping at The Grapevine.
Few things give more joy than prancing and dancing with my cock so hard that it feels like a sausage about split its casing, men watching, men wanting...
I have loved having men with my dink since I was in the 6th grade when my teacher/scoutmaster most pleasurably undressed and felt up in the cloak room after class, ostensibly as punishment for showing a girl in our classroom a drawing I made of a coc

So, I'm going daydream a little here...

HELL YEAH I'd love have some cockplay fun with you.
I imagine that I fly into your home city and get a really nice hotel room, preferably the top floor where it's more soundproof. I have my Bose GhettoBlaster with me and some dancing CD's...and some sexy revealing slinky
undies.
I call you up to tell you what hotel I'm at and what room number to come to.

You knock on the door. I'm in a housecoat and a pair of silky shorts that reveal a nice package outline.
I invite you in, and get you a beer or a class of wine or Ginger Ale or something so that you can hydrate yourself after what is about to happen.
The Bose is positioned optimally and I have its little remote in my hand.
We can play my music or play what you want to see me dance and get naked to.

The lights are all off, curtains drawn, and a pole lamp is aimed at a spot where I will get naked and cockdance for you.

You strip to your undies and sit in the comfy chair.
Soon you'll be so hard that the undies wont be able to stay on.

I play a heavy dance tune - probably some sort of industrial electronica, and dance, wagging my meat to the beat.
The shorts unclip and drop to the floor.
I continue for a few tunes, dancing - my cock and balls waving and bouncing and twirling to the beat.
You are hard and naked now. I come closer to your chair and as the last tune is about to end, I dive onto your hard wiener, taking it balls deep. The next tune starts, it's a frantic rocker, and I suck you with rabid enthusiasm to the music.
You explode so hard that my tonsils move....

What next?

I have brought my favorite flail and whip, and you have a belt.
The tunes go back on. I dance close to the chair you are sitting in.
You strike away at my dancing cockmeat, and every so often you score a wonderful direct shot, right across my meat.
Then you take your belt, and this time you are pretty accurate with practice.
You whip my genitals until I cum.

I absolutely love being cockwhipped.
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Mr Pollock
Posted:Feb 26, 2021 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2021 6:44 pm
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Did I ever write about an old schoolteacher of mine by the name of Mr. Pollock, who introduced me to the joy a man can create for another man's cock and balls? Mr. Pollock was at least mid 50's, maybe even 60ish. He had given me an introduction to cockplay in the cloakroom of Killarney School.
I was hooked - I knew that I was gay.

Mr. Pollock was also the town scoutmaster. I'd go over to his place to learn my knot tying....really! He'd tie me loosely so that I wasn't afraid. but I could escape if I wanted. He liked to imagine that I was a captive and that he was completely in control.
He'd get on top of a naked, often blindfolded and tied me, frot me cock on cock, then cum on my genitals. He'd rub his cum into my boy-meat and then we'd go shower, where he'd get a second wind.

When I went to Scout Camp I'd be snuck into his cabin for some quiet sneaky cockplay.

Those were the days, as they say.

Dad got transferred to Winnipeg and I never saw Mr. Pollock again, but the memory of him is a delicious memory that I have kept forever.



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Mr Pollock
Posted:Feb 26, 2021 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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Did I ever write about an old schoolteacher of mine by the name of Mr. Pollock, who introduced me to the joy a man can create for another man's cock and balls? Mr. Pollock was at least mid 50's, maybe even 60ish. He had given me an introduction to cockplay in the cloakroom of Killarney School.
I was hooked - I knew that I was gay.

Mr. Pollock was also the town scoutmaster. I'd go over to his place to learn my knot tying....really! He'd tie me loosely so that I wasn't afraid. but I could escape if I wanted. He liked to imagine that I was a captive and that he was completely in control.
He'd get on top of a naked, often blindfolded and tied me, frot me cock on cock, then cum on my genitals. He'd rub his cum into my boy-meat and then we'd go shower, where he'd get a second wind.

When I went to Scout Camp I'd be snuck into his cabin for some quiet sneaky cockplay.

Those were the days, as they say.

Dad got transferred to Winnipeg and I never saw Mr. Pollock again, but the memory of him is a delicious memory that I have kept forever.
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Dancing at The Grapevine
Posted:Feb 21, 2021 11:22 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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I loved dancing at The Vine...

88...I was 23, looked young for my age, swimmers body, long heavymetal hair and completely clean shaven from adams apple to toes. A stereotype Twink in that day.

The cage I danced in was flimsy. so I couldn't rock out all crazy. The club played electropop early in the evening. I wore a g-string and just danced "on the spot" letting my meat swing. It was impossible to maintain a hard on all night, so when I was in a G-String I was usually flaccid.

At things changed - the music switched to more Goth or Standard Metal, and I could get naked.
I LOVED getting naked for all those drunk guys. They'd stare at my genitals and some would beat off. They couldn't touch or the club bouncer/coke dealer would throw them out. I couldn't arrange "dates", so instead would just ask them to stick around until the end of the night (they'd usually be too hammered to do anything then)
I almost always was hard or semi-hard after because I just loved dancing naked for these guys so much and the music was great to move to.

Soon I was asked to dance solo on The Big Stage.
That was a dream.
The first night, at , the music started. I did one tune wearing a pair of briefs, but had to take them off as my boner was stretching them and poking out the side.
On comes the tune "Lagartija Nick" Bauhaus. My favourite cock rock music. The sound guy knew that and cranked it.

The music is blasting.
Almost 5 Guys are yelling and hooting and whistling and screaming...
I'm naked....hard....rocking.....
AlI feel is the heat of the lights on me. and the blood coursing through my cock, which is so hard it feels like a cooked sausage about to burst its casing.
I'm dancing to the frantic music, cock swaying, bouncing and throbbing....
All I feel is my cock.....

Then.......

I spontaneously, hands free, blast four huge spurts of cum - right out into the crowd.
The crowd is absolutely shrieking....

I thought I was going to be fired.

but I didn't get fired.
I became The Weekend Dancer.
....but I never came on an audience again.

Man, I miss those days.
These vids were taken Rob, who also missed those days, and wanted me to try yo recreate it for him.
But the decades took their toll.

Still....
I love to dance naked for men, to have a man look at my body and genitals and like what he sees.

Then.....
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Robbie the Sadist
Posted:Feb 6, 2021 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2021 6:56 pm
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My first position at The Grapevine was dance in a gogoboy cage. 20 minutes on, 20 off - wearing briefs, a g-string or a cock sheath between 8 & 11 amp; , and I danced completely naked between 11 and 2. The cage was a round platform about 34 inches off the ground, which put my genitals at most people's eye level. The "cage" was pvc tubing coated in a silver coating that made it look almost like stainless steel. The cage was about 6 feet across, which meant that I couldn't dance too wildly. Mostly, I danced in one spot and just made sure that my cock and balls were moving nicely to the electropop or goth music that was playing loudly. There were kleenex boxes placed around so that guys could wipe up their cum, as masturbation fell into a legal grey area, as Manitoba Law defined illegal public sex as being between two people....so, guys could watch me and jerk off. I loved seeing a man ogle my crotch and beat off.

One guy who was in the club a lot and spent a fair bit of time beating his meat while he watched me rock out with my cock out was a curly-haired dude a little older than me named Robbie,

Fast forward 19 years - the club had long since closed and I had moved to Vancouver. I was down in the West End of Vancouver in the Gay Village area and I hear some guy who had just walked by me my name. I didnt recognize him at first but then recalled the skinny curly-haired dude from The Vine. He had gotten a lot stockier over the years and his hair was a spectacular silver. But still, unmistakably, Robbie from Winnipeg.

Older stocky dudes are my "Type" so I agreed to go to The Dufferin for a beer with him. Two hours of chatting followed by a wonderful hands-shoved-down-my-pants feeling up by a sexually aggressive gorgeous man out in the parking lot beside his Boxster, and I knew that I wanted this.
We became an item.

A year later I'm living at his place. He had a "dungeon" in the basement that he made just so that he could fantasy-play with me. It had an x-frame to strap me to, shackles so that I could be suspended from the ceiling, and he had all the toys, including a cock vacuum pump and a $2500 top end E-Stim machine. But the centrepiece was a dance floor where he could videorecord me dancing for him, just like in "the old days at The Vine". I\d dance for him and he'd whip my cock with a flail or later, his leather belt.

As time progressed he got more extreme and sadistic. He'd make me dance for him until I was exhausted; too beat to resist him as he strapped me to the frame ort suspended me from the ceiling, often by my legs. He'd edge and torture my cock and balls until dawn. Often he'd have a friend or two come over to join in the fun. When these dudes were over, there were no "safe words" - no matter how much I yelled and screamed and twisted around, they just kept torturing my cock, balls and ass with the vacuum pump, e-stim box or flails and belts, until they left the following morning. By the end of a night with Robbie and his buddies, my dink looked like an eggplant and my balls ached for days.

Finally I moved out one afternoon when he wasn't home

That was then, this is now.....and ya know what.....I sorta miss having my cock savagely tortured.
I'd love to know what you think your most sadistic urges and fantasies are.








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this photo...
Posted:Feb 1, 2021 6:08 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 8:17 pm
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this picture brings back Old Memories.

The young guy is a bit too old to be me, and the older guy is a bit too young to be Mr. Pdvbedtyrnf, but still the photo depicts pretty well the things that went on back then.
Mr Pdvbedtyrnf would just make me stand there, naked...or kneel naked, or lay back naked. Maybe he'd occasionally instruct me to move my leg a certain way, but mostly it was me standing naked while he looked at my cock.
Once in a while he'd fondle me, or cup my balls then move hisd hand under me to stick a finger up my ass.
But mostly, he just wanted to look at my cock, touch it, and feel it until I came.
That was so exciting back then.

Later, when I was between 19 and 21, I'd hang out at the St. Regis Hotel. This hotel was known amongst us street as being where you could find an older guy, usually in from out of town, for some free thrills. I'd hang out in the St. Regis Hotel coffee shop, sipping tea (I was 17 at the time, so no Whisky Old Fashioned...) and reading some trashy paperback. I wore tight bluejeans with no underwear so my package displayed a nice bulge and cock outline. One evening I was at the St. Regis, and I'd see a guy looking at me. I pretended to be into my book, and not noticing him, but in reality I saw him, and put on a show. I hitched up my pants a little tighter, and bent my up and rested my cowboy-booted foot on the lower part of the chair across from me. This gave the guy a perfect straight-on view of my bulging semi-hard dink and tight ballsack. I saw him really looking out of the corner of my eye, and I moved around a bit so as to find the perfect crotch-bulging display for him. When He got up to go to the elevator, I followed him with my nose still in my book, He was waiting at the elevator,and i noticed that he had pressed 4, and when I got there he asked &;going Up and I replied '4th, please... ;Ah, same as me; he replied in his thick French accent. I casually responded Great, then - want company?. We were on the elevator and I leaned back against the wall of the elevator with my hips thrust forward. He asked ;Are You a pro? (I suppose he wanted to , as if I was a and it;d cost him). I replied No, just a horny fellow traveller like you.
Well zen... he said as the elevator door opened.

Once in the room he introduced himself as a businessman from Quebec, and asked me to make myself comfortable. He appeared to be in his 40 or maybe 50
;Comfortable...like naked?; I replied. He smiled and simply said oui.
I very quickly shrugged off my clothes and stood there naked, as he slowly undressed, I could see his expression - he was liking what he saw..
He just stood there, and stroked his hard tool a bit. He came up and fondled me for a minute or two, and ground his hard boner into me.
;Lie downt; he asked.
I complied.

I laid back and he got on top, and pressed himself onto me. I, of course I made all the appropriate pleasant sounding moans and giggles. It did feel great - this older horny man grinding on me. I coud feel his wet pre-cum.
But funny thing - instead of trying to suck or fuck me, he just frotted my cock and nutsack, the got up on his knees and jerked off, cumming a huge load within seconds, all over my genitals.
The feel of hot cum splashing onto my dick was awesome

This was Sex in the time of AIDS.









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My teacher...
Posted:Feb 1, 2021 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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I was xx and Mr. Pollock was our homeroom teacher. He also taught "English" and "History". During one boring class on how Radisson and Grosseliers explored the Hudson’s Bay region of Canada I drew a picture of a dick on a scrap of paper and passed it to Brenda, who was the town Pharmacists . She looked at it and promptly passed it My Pollock, ratting out with "Look what Chris gave ". Mr, Pollock looked at and asked "Whats this?" "Modern Art" I replied.
"You're staying after school...."

Oh great. I'll probably get the strap and be ratted out my mom and dad.

After class came. Mr. Pollock motioned for me stay behind. He glowered at for a few minutes than said “come with me" and took me by the arm to the supply room, which was behind the cloak room in the schoolhouse.
There was no one on the building but Mr. Pollock and I.

He showed the picture again and asked what it was.
"Modern Art" I again replied.
He grabbed my arm and slapped my hand with the strap that he had always at the ready.
“What is this, Chris?” he demanded.
Near tears I barely whispered "....a dink! Its a drawing of a din"

Mr. Pollock said "This is not the sort of thing you give a girl. Take your pants down"
I dutifully obliged.
"Shorts too" he demanded as he took a seat on a stool. "Then lay across my lap".

He positioned so my bare cock and balls were directly above his.
He began the bare ass strapping. It hurt like hell and I wailed and squirmed piteously. He forced me down and I felt his cock harden beneath me.

I knew about hardon’s and had already discovered the joys
of masturbation, so I just sort of knew what was happening Mr. Pollock, underneath .
"Mr. Pollocks dink is getting all stiff" I thought myself.

He let up.
"Stand there" he demanded.
I went pull my pants up.
"Leave them" he ordered.

For what seemed like an hour, but was actually only a couple of minutes, I stood there, exposed to the gaze of Mr. Pollock, who was not any longer so grim faced and stern. He was smiling.
"Come here" he softly said. I obeyed.
He looked down at my cock, which was oddly semi-erect...I don't know why, but it was. After a minute or so of his obviously ogling my genitals he reached down and said "next time I will strap you here" and he cupped my penis in his hand.

He cupped it and then wrapped his grip around my shaft, and said "this is special" and then moved to fondle my balls then stroke my cock a few times.

I got as Rock Hard as a year cold could get.

"You like this" he said. I looked at him and noticed a huge bulge in his pants.
Come here" he ordered "Sit" and he positioned me on his lap"
I felt his cock pressing against me in a weird and wonderful way, pressing up onto that area just behind my balls, an area I later came to know as my Frenulum, or Taint.
He moved around under me and groaned a bit as he then continued to fondle my cock and balls"

There was an awkward silence for a while as he shimmied around under me and wheezed out a sound that was like my made when I scratched his belly, and his stroking became more intense, and I came, in the cum-less manner of an adolescent hairless boy - first just the exciting sensation followed by the uncomfortable tickling sensation that I would later learn love.
I tried move away - he hoarsely whispered "No, this is what I do bad boys"......"bad buys who draw pictures of their dink and give them girls".

He ushered up after he finished with my cock, and quietly ordered dress.
I dressed in silence as he watched, and I saw the dark wet spot on his khaki trousers.

"Be a good boy" he whispered, "and I will be very nice you" he said as I buttoned up my pants

"Our secret, okay" I heard as I left the cloak room. "Yes Mr. Pollock, it is" I managed to whisper as I left.

He smiled.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Of course I continued to misbehave and over the next I was meted out punishment and pleasure of a similar type, and as I entered my teems find that Mr. Pollock was also our Scoutmaster, began be invited his Spartan home for "Proficiency badge tests" where I leaned the importance of cleanliness by taking showers with Mr. Pollock, after which he would "Test" my cleanliness by sucking my coc

I had found the ultimate form of joy.

Now, decades later, I search for mature men like Mr. Pollock, despite that I am no longer a teenage , as I have had a lifelong lust for mature men who love coc
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Id love to cockdance for you
Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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When you show up I will have my little beat-box set up with my nice Bose speakers, and a place strip set out, with a lamp directed at my crotch. The lights will be low.
I will have a pair of see-thru skimpy g-string shorts or a pouch that I will direct you tear off at the right moment.
I really love it when a man tears my clothes off.
This is the music I will ,

This particular bit of cockdancingf reminds of some really enjoyable encounters with some very cool men.









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Id love to cockdance for you
Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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When you show up I will have my little beat-box set up with my nice Bose speakers, and a place strip set out, with a lamp directed at my crotch. The lights will be low.
I will have a pair of see-thru skimpy g-string shorts or a pouch that I will direct you tear off at the right moment.
I really love it when a man tears my clothes off.
This is the music I will ,

This particular bit of cockdancingf reminds of some really enjoyable encounters with some very cool men.









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my first time
Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:50 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 11:0 am
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I generally really like men who are older than me. I suppose I me that on Mr. Pollock, ack in Grade 6, who treated me just so wonderfully, and really knew how take care of a coc Since leaving the club when it was closed down of a combination of the owners being busted for selling cocaine, and a number of health code violations. (the place was crawling with mice, at the very least, and I would certainly not eat anything that came from that kitchen. Yet people did, and many spent wasted days puking their guts out.

I'll go back in time a bit tell you about how I lost my ass virginity. Back Mr. & Mrs. Graham, who innvited over "celebrate" when I was hired by The Grapevine.

Ostensibly, it was be a barbecue, but it turned out it was who would be spit-roasted.

Mr. And Mrs. Graham greeted . By knew what a couple of 's they were, and figured something would happen.
I came in. Mrs Graham was wearing a plunging V-neck and Mr. was in a robe. They asked me what I knew about the place and what did was expected of me. I knew very well by then that I was dance naked for men.
Mr. explained that I must always shave my pubes. Mrs .had a basin of hot water ready. And....a straight razor. I stood in their living room and was undressed by them both, she unbuttoning my shirt while he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off. Then he removed my shorts and felt the stubble that had grown in after the first shaving he had given not long before.
"Lay on the couch". I obeyed. He took the basin and placed it on a nearby stool. She handed him the soap and he lathered up from tits knees, paying very close attention my ass. She then knealt down and shaved my chest, belly, and pubic mound. Thje thought of having a woman like Mrs. Graham bear my genitals with a straight-razor was both frightening and delightful. Then he took the blade, turned over. He spread my bum and shaved each buttock carefully, then zero's in on my asshole, which he shaved very carefully.
He finished off by shaving my legs.

Then he dropped out of the robe and took shorts, produced a tube of lube and slathered his hands. He proceded to almost fist with the lube. Mrs. comforted by saying tat all would be fine, they've done this before. Mr. Graham slatherd up his cock and while I was talking Mrs., he picked up and flipped over, and put his cockhead near my ass. Slowly his hard weiner slid into my ass...hurt a lot at first. Hell, it hurt a lot for a whole day thereafter.
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