Better than hand

But, it wasn’t long before I was thinking about him. When the nurse
told me to take the newspaper down to Room 101, I felt my heart jump. As I
walked down the hall with the paper in my hand, I didn’t know if the lump in
my throat was from fear or anticipation. It wasn’t long before I found out!
This time, I knocked at the door and heard the man say come in. His
privacy curtains were open, so I mustered up my courage and walked over to the
bed and held out the paper to him. He just sat there and smiled, and it was
almost like he was reading my mind.
“Please put the paper on the table,” he said. “I’ll read it later.”
I was just getting ready to turn and leave, when I heard him push the
switch that closes the privacy curtains. As the curtains closed around us, he
said “There’s something I want you to see.”
With that, he pulled the waistband of his pajamas down to reveal his
huge cock. I realized then that I wanted to see it as much as he wanted me to
see it. It was beautiful, and he must have seen my appreciation of it in my
face.
“Would you like to hold it?” he asked. Instead of answering, I reached
over and took his organ in my hand. As I began to move my hand up and down the
shaft, I could see and feel it gorging with blood, growing longer and thicker
with each caress of my hand.
“That’s nice,” he said. “Your hands feel much nicer on my cock than my
own hands. Pump a little faster if you want to!”

23 November 2007 | bukkake_sex, huge_dicks, titjob_porn | Comments