[thorne]
I went back to sucking Randy’s n*****s like a baby, longing for mommy’s milk. f**k. How could I not fantasize about his n*****s? It’s pinkish. It tastes bland but there’s an aftertaste of sweetness. I fixed my gaze on his face.
Randy couldn’t hold my d**k tightly. He’s under the spell of pleasure. And I know he couldn’t get enough of it. His soft hand jerking my c**k makes me think of unholy things to do with him. f**k. Thinking about a week full of s*x and everlasting s*x is something that I’d be more glad to do it.
“T-Thorne. Hmm. Ohh,” Randy moaned my name. He looked at me with pitiful eyes. But deep inside, there’s a fire of lust starting to burn his innocence. I bit his n****e. “Ngah!” his body arched. I know I should have stopped by now. But I can’t help myself. I have h
