Kits Adventures in the North

Ian's hands grasped my sides and I began to rock back and forth, he pulled my dress up a little and I felt the breeze on my wet, hard cock, saluting the guy who was fucking me. And shit, did he start to fuck me. His hands held hard
onto my waist, limiting my movement and realised, he didnt mean to pull my dress up, he was trying to pull ME up slightly, upon fulfilling this, he had more room to work, powering his cock in and out of my poor asshole, shrinking and growing as that fat cock went in and out. My balls were now bouncing on his skin and my cock jumping up and down wildly. It hurt a fair bit, I admit, but who fucking cares when the pleasure is outweighing that.
My ass was becoming de-sensitised to the punishement, and at that point and as simple as that, Ian put his arms around my back and stood up, my legs flailing either side of him in mid air as he continued to pound me whilst standing. This didnt last too long and he slowed the pace, my legs a bit tired, swung down and by doing so, his meaty cock plopped out of my ass quickly, I stumbled a little but Ian had his arms at my back.

Without speaking, he pushed me towards the bench, bent me over the arm rest and spread my ass, my hole gaping and feeling every current of wind. His fingers, which he just spat on, brushed around the dark void, coating the area in his spit and then for a brief moment, his tongue and mouth added more. No one had ever rimmed me before, so I was disappointed this only lasted a second. But, this was a time for man-stick, not foreplay, and before I could brace myself, round two of monster cock versus tiny white ass had started.

Ian's thrusts were so powerful, knocking my body forward as his hips clapped against my bouncing cheeks. And boy, did they clap. The sound of slapping skin filled the area around us, thrust after thrust of thick, juice-laden cock savaged my ass.
It really was a savage ass banging, and while I was near tears with the pleasure and the strain, so was my cock, I felt it pulsing violently everytime Ians cock entered me to its shaft, until, when he started speeding up, close to his own orgasm, I couldn't take it, I screamed loudly as my white spunk shot out and painted the woodwork of the bench, the initial shot leaving a trail all the way up my dress.