The orgasm was building inside me, slowly but surely, insistently, like a countdown that couldn’t be stopped. Close, I was getting very close.
I fell forward onto him, crushing him beneath me. My hands ran through his hair, gripping and releasing, then gripping again.
Stretching forward, my lips met his and I kissed him. I could feel my orgasm begin, like a countdown that cannot be stopped. He was purring beneath me as I pounded his willing asshole with my manrammer. It was like my cock was not only a shaft of hot meat but also a ray of light, and I was filling the man I was making love to with that light, a brilliance that made him glow in the dim bedroom.
