I tried not to move, not wanting to push him over the edge yet, remembering just how that felt a minute or so again. We stood still, and I noticed our breathing was synchronous. We had found a rhythm. I smiled, but my thoughts were soon elsewhere as he pushed into me. I felt my d**k harden even more, wondering if it would break, and soon his hands were on my n*****s.
I stood there as he pushed into me, starting to enjoy the sensation. At first, he stayed in the same area, moving in and out a little, but soon, he was pulling further out, making me anxious for his return. I could hear his breathing increase behind me, and I wondered just how wet the end of my c**k was.
“The way you feel inside,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Me either,” I said, glad that we were o
