“Put your hand on my c**k,” Gunsyn demands. I know better now, so I reach out and tentatively touch the bulge between his legs. I can’t even get my hand around it. How can a man have something so big down there?
“Don’t be gentle, sweet thing,” he groans into my ear. “I am not a little boy.”
Fine. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get.
I grab his c**k as hard as I possibly can, expecting him to leap back or snarl in pain. But he does neither. Instead, he closes his teeth around the skin of my neck and bites down. Then I cry out in pain.
“Gunsyn!”
“Grab it harder!” he commands as he reaches down and pulls his briefs down. His c**k springs out with tremendous force, slapping my wrist almost as hard as he slapped my face. Some kind of warm wetness hits my forearm. Pre-c*m?
I do
