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"Thats no answer." He removed his hands from her cunny and ass. She suddenly felt cold, lonely without Andrews touch. "Andrew," Susan said, whining out his name. "I told you before, Im not going to force this. You e going to have to come clean with me. Youve enjoyed me playing with your ass, haven you?" "Please don make say it." "Say what?" Andrew resumed his ass-massage, using his narrow fingers to knead her fleshy rear. The corpulent flesh bulged between his vice-like fingers. He planted languid, hot kisses along her spine, moving gay porn picture post up the nape of her neck. She trembled violently when he nibbled at her neck around the hairline, just under the ear. "I want you." "Youve already had me. What do you really want?" Andrews cock nestled between the cheeks of her rotund ass. He clenched them together with both palms gay porn picture post, lacing his fingers together tightly over her ass crack. He began sawing his hips back and gay porn picture post forth. "God, Andrew!" she squealed. "What is it you want from me, Susan?" He increased his pace. The underside of his cock pressed delightfully against her puckered asshole, rasping against it with each stroke. He slid gay porn picture post back and forth smoothly, the trough of her asscheeks well lubricated by spit and love honey. "Pleasure gay porn picture post me. Pleasure my ass." "Are you sure?" He didn gay porn picture post stop his thrusting. "Don fool yourself. Once I start Im not going to take pity on you. When I jam my meat into your anal cherry and bust you wide open, Im going to fuck it until I fill your entire colon with my hot spunk. Im going to stretch your brown ring so much youll break windows with your screams. Make no mistake, Susan. It will hurt at first." He stopped riding her ass and kissed her left shoulder, nibbling at the light dusting of gay porn picture post golden freckles scattered across her alabaster skin. "But the initial pain is necessary, and will pass. Knowing all this, what is it you want from me?" Susan lifted her head from the toweling and peered over her shoulder. She met Andrews gaze. He balanced precariously upon the twin snowy mountain peaks of her glorious posterior. He perched there like some kind of freakish eagle, patiently waiting for her response. "I want you to jam your cock so far up my asshole that it pops out my mouth. Is that clear enough for you?"