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‘Dave you bastard, not there.’ ‘Then just stand up baby.’ I didn’t gay muscle men need to see his face to know that he was smiling. ‘Or we can go and have a gay muscle men little nice time in the bedroom, if you’d prefer.’ "Nice time" that was the reason he’d come home in the first place. Ignoring the vibes shimmering through the skin around my sphincter as he rubbed his cock against it, I tried to wriggle out of the way. But his big hands tightened their control of my buttocks and there was no escape. ‘So,’ he said. ‘Still don’t want me to get past you?’ No one had ever taken my arse. Dave had gone on about it often enough, but his cock was so thick I’d never wanted gay muscle men to even try. I cursed gay muscle men those bloody letters on the bed that were holding me in this position. ‘What about if I blow you?’ He was always a sucker for that. He laughed. ‘Sure baby. Just turn around and get onto your knees.’ I didn’t move. He had me and he knew it. My arms were beginning to ache and my left leg shook from supporting my body in gay muscle men such an awkward position. How could I have been suckered so easily into bending over like this and by Dave of all people. I swallowed hard as he began to push. It was very different from when I’d first felt a cock push against my pussy lips. The boy who had taken that virginity at least had had the decency to wait until we were both ready. Of course he’d been disappointed when he found out that I’d broken my hymen myself the week gay muscle men before, especially as he’d gone to all gay muscle men the effort of booking a fancy hotel room, champagne, rose petals on the bed. But only a man would really expect a woman to trust such a painful experience entirely to a hormone soaked hard-on? As the pressure built, I clenched my sphincter as hard as I could and for a moment I thought I might be able to keep him out. But those forearms weren’t going to give up, they kept gay muscle men pulling until his cock burst past my tensed sphincter, driving my fingernails into the soft wood of the door frame, one of them breaking back to the quick. ‘Jesus. No Dave, stop. Please.’ The muscles along my spine gay muscle men spasmed and I tried to pull away, but Dave’s fingers dug deep into my flesh to prevent me escaping.