“Your ass is so tight around me.” Cisco muttered, his voice finally cracking. “I can feel your passage fluttering and squeezing my cock. You please me.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please let me come. I need to come.”
“You may come when I say.” Cisco moved in, six more strokes, seven, Greg had never taken such a pounding. He was so close; it was almost more than he could bear.
Cisco quickened his pace. Greg felt his balls tighten up. The strength in Greg’s knees was about to give out. Cisco’s rhythm became erratic. “Now,” he shouted to Greg.
Greg yelled Cisco’s name. He felt Cisco spasm in his channel. Cisco grabbed his hip, bruising it with a death-like grip. “This belongs to me. Mine,” Cisco said as he saw great white ropes of Greg’s spunk cover the tile wall.