He leaned down and reached under the mattress, retrieving our hidden bottle of oil. Pulling free the stopper, Will poured a good amount on my aching c**k. I hissed at the sudden cold, but the oil warmed as Will hurriedly worked it up and down my shaft.
I bit my lower lip to stifle a whimper. “Hurry.”
Red faced, but smiling Will straddled my hips, lowering himself down onto my lubricated c**k. My Ganymede rode me like a beautiful golden deity, the glow of s*x and joy colouring his pale cheeks, his eyes heavily lidded in ecstasy, his full lips swollen and ruddy from our kisses.
I rose up to ease Will’s straining legs, to sink further into his tight heat. He yelped and fell forward. I took him in my arms.
“Steady love. Hold on to me.”
Will gripped my shoulders, his carefully trimmed nail
