“Why were you all the way out here?” he asks, and it’s a good question. Porn “Fuck,” he breathes, and my hand goes to rest on his knee. my eyes stop on his crotch, and I begin the guessing game I always play: ‘I wonder how big his cock is.’ My thoughts go back and forth, from average to monster. He pulls open my sweater and lifts my shirt and bra, muttering “woah,” as he looks at my tits. Seth’s cocks hits the back of my throat and I gag, but he doesn’t move his hands from the back of my head, gripping my hair and thrusting his hips up and down, throat-fucking me. He SLAMS into my cunt, making me cry out in pleasure and pain. His left hand goes to my right thigh, pulling my leg up to his hip.
