“Why thank ya suh,” I said, in my thickest southern accent, batting my eyes..
“Now,” he said, “get out of those duds and get in bed. It’s late, and we’ve got some lovemaking to do!”
When I’d hung up my tuxedo and done my bathroom duties, Stuart was lying on his back.
“Come lie on top of me. I want your hair to fall down around our faces while we kiss.”
Because of the difference in our height, as I kissed him, my c**k was leaking onto his belly, and his monster was poking me in the balls. It was a pretty erotic situation, and soon we both needed more.
“You want to put that hard d**k of yours where it belongs?” I asked, stifling a yawn.
“Of course, if you’re sure you’re up for it.”
I humped my c**k against his belly and said, “You couldn’t tell I’m up for it?”
He grinned. “Yeah, but
