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Even in the omelet state of scrambling my mind was, my instinct kicked in and I tried to pull away from him. Like he would let me. He grabbed my hips with hands like iron pliers and sat me back down on him.

“There,” he commanded.

I think what actually helped me to stay put was that my butt felt no trace of a bulge whatsoever. Did he even have a dick? His groin really was flat as a board.

“Good boy,” he muttered behind me. “Lean back against me and lend your friend a hand. Well, two. Don’t rush.”

It was awful, but I had no choice. I wrapped my hands around my cock, that was taking a much needed break, getting ready for what I truly wished would be the last stretch, or I’d have a cardiac arrest.

Now that the tie around my wrists wasn’t clipped to anything, I could easily stroke my shaft from base to head and back. I did it, slowly as he’d said. In any other situation, I could’ve never keep it up while sitting on another guy’s lap. But after the last hour, my pounding cock didn’t mind ab