Eighty Nine

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"Carter is with the Jacks and we do that the home to ourselves." Sam whispered.

He walked me into my bedroom.

"Off. Now." He smirked.

I obeyed, revealing myself.

I laid on the bed waiting for him.

Kisses down my neck.

Fingertips on my abs.

His hair tickling my cheeks.

One finger in.

A low grunt.

Second finger scissoring.

A light moan.

He slid himself in.

"AH, Sammy." I melted.

One thrust too many.

My head hit the headboard.

He was moaning, "Ohhh.."

I was calling his name.

Then I was filled warm inside.

His hand touched my dick.

Motions up and down.

Then I released.

"SH-HAWWNNN..."

I panted with my eyes shut.

- Matthew

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