‘Mmmmm, baby, you feel so good.’ I take his comment as a victory and slowly rotate my hips. As I do, I chant ‘only you know’ in my mind. I rot...ate without lifting, and would do this forever, if not for his instinctual thrusts. When I feel these I curl my back, pulling him halfway out, and then quickly curl my stomach forward pulling him back into me. I repeat the movement slowly at first, and then more quickly. As I do a disconnected string of approval slips from my lips. ‘Jesus. Oh my God.. "Any time you'd like," I said and attempted not to gawk at this sight. My erection had just begun to fade but was now reinvigorated. If the slightest would have been applied at that moment I surely would have exploded and saturated both pajamas, sheets, and bed with the river of come that was swelling within me. "Would you prefer me nude or clothed?" "Whatever you feel comfortable doing." "Do you know that Salvdor Dali masturbated while he painted a nude model and she was never the wiser?". I tried to slow the journey but was dragged across the carpet on my heels, Mr. Ronald was placing pillows and folded blankets in a stack on the bed. I looked at Mr. Ronald in a panic and pleaded 'no, I can't, it wont fit, he'll tear me apart, don't let him do this, please Mr. Ronald, you know I do anything you want, but he's gonna rip me apart.' Mr. Ronald smiled and said 'Hosea will be just as gentle as a lamb, all you have to do is lay their and suck my dick, it want hurt but for a little. He tried to kiss me then but I twisted my head away. Somehow, I had subconsciously, decided that letting him fuck me was okay but kissing me was out of the realm of possibility.His mouth took a firmer set then. It was like my refusal to kiss him had insulted him somehow, or turned what he'd taken as a romantic moment and turned it into just a fuck. It didn't bother me because that was the way I had viewed it from the start.He lined himself up and pressed forward. His dick sliced into me but the.