Mr. Black Jackson (english version)!!Complete!!

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"Jackson, I'm freezing!", I said annoyeda and asked myself how much longer I still had to sit around naked.

"Wait..!", he came running back to me, took off his shirt and put it on my lap. "Just put this on, I feel hot enough!" Then with a bare chest he ran back to prepare his pancakes again.

"Did he give me his stinky shirt, when there are fresh clothes upstairs in the closet, damn!", I mumbled to myself and watched him at the stove at the same time. "You should be happy that you look so good with your naked chest, otherwise I would have reacted completely differently, mister..", I hissed quietly and just put my nose on his shirt.

God, his shirt didn't stank at all!

I mean, did this man even stink? Not that I would knew, at least so far he never smelled unpleasant to me. And than I saw his damn bare back!

God, everytime I saw that I felt so strange.

Come back to you Elra, you cum too often today. And if he notices you staring at him, he'll jump on you right away for another round, again.

But... he just came..? So it could be that he not jumps you at all? Yeah, definitely not!

So I looked at him again and admired his hands, with which he were really good with the cooking spoon. Shit...

I could see every of his muscles moving with every movement he made! I just loved that triangle view on men's back. And his one looked particularly better then all the other backs I saw. I snuggled back into his shirt and watched him put some cereal in a bowl for me. Then he turned his pancakes and took them out after a short time. He put two more in the pan and then brought my cereal to the table.

"Aren't the pancakes a bit too hearty for you at this late hour?"

He leaned down and kissed my lips.

"No, because I need energy for later..", he said and quickly ran back to his pancakes again.

"What?", I laughed after him. This man just wasn't normal. Even if I had my doubts just before, they were all gone again. Ok, and when I looked back in time, I didn't remember either, that there was a time were he really couldn't. This man could always fuck, damn!

It was a wonder that he even took time to sleep!

Well, I wasn't sure if size really played a big role in sex, but if it did I could completely understood it. Because next to other men, was his size really..... big. What probably also explained the arrogance and self confidence he always carried with him. Damn, braggart! It really wouldn't suprise me, when he asked for sex again. He knows, I can't anymore, but if he wanted do prove something to me, then he would do it, because he even didn't had to got hard to penetrate me. Even when he wasn't aroused, he could get in. He was somehow always..... hard?

It was a wonder that this pants didn't shew his size.... or maybe they did??

Well, to be honest I never paid any attention to it, as long as his bulge wasn't catching my eye.

Unnoticed, I looked at the front of his pants and tried to see something, but his back was turned to me and unfortunately he didn't turned to the side enough, so I could see anything.

"Your belt, doesn't it bother you?", I asked, hoping that he would turn to me.

"No, it's fine..", he said without turning around.

"Ok..", I said and took my cereal from the table. I wanted to take a look, when he came back to the couch.

"Does the belt bother you?", he asked unexpectedly, while I took a spoonful of cereal and almost choked!