《Condom Boxes ☹ SHAYLOR》Box Twenty Five
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"But wait." Shawn gets up with his two hands on my chest. He comes over with his hips shaking and something in his hand. "Oh, how our relationship all started. This little thing. Want to use it?"
I shrug, I really want to feel myself in him, and to be able to just undo all over him but uh, "It's really up to you." Shawn throws it behind his shoulder. "I want this all to myself, the way it is." Shawn pats my member.
Shawn gets in between my thighs and gives pecks around my skin on my stomach and inner thigh before his lips fulfill the touch on my length. "I just want this a little slick, I'm sorry." He apologizes for pulling away.
I get to my side as Shawn lays in front of me on his side. He's holding my length as I grasp onto one of his cheeks and spread them so he can have me penetrate. "Oh, Taylor." Shawn whimpers lightly. I take my time to gradually increase my speed. "I'm ready. Go all in."
Instead, I pull out and grab his hips dominantly and flip him over, pulling him onto me as I make him fall onto my dick. (HA). I'm on my knees as my legs are bent, his ass claps against my thigh. He caresses his chest up and down but soon arches his body as his head falls back on my shoulder with his hands on my cheek.
My chest is against his back as I prop myself onto my knees and thrust forward. "Right there!" Shawn moans out. I put my hands on his shoulders and bend him over as I thrust hard, feeling my pelvic hit against his body, making him rock forward.
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"Almost! I'm going to..." Shawn whimpers as he grabs his member and begins stroking. I lean down and swat his hand and start to pump him with the same rhythm as my thrusts. "Same time, baby." I moan.
Together we become undone, Shawn moaning hard while I pant catching my breath. I pull out, not feeling able to clean up. "I'm sorry Shawn. I'm exhausted. Can't catch my breath." I sigh and lay on the bed, the sheets all dirty and wet. "You sure you're okay?" I nod in repose.
"Alright baby. I love you and this was amazing. Don't you move a muscle." Shawn tells me and kisses my temple. I see him getting off the bed with a small limp as he comes back with damp towels to wipe himself down and then me. Before he could, I give him a passionate kiss. "I love you, too."
- April 27
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