The perfect fuck…

We found him stumbling down the road, middle of the night, drunk and happy, heading home. It was easy getting him into the car; just told him we’d drop him off. It was even easier getting him into our hideaway, since by then he was half asleep.

Undressing him was one hell of a lot of fun, because he started to have a vague idea of what we were doing and tried to get away. He couldn’t. By the time he’s rejoined this reality, we had him stripped, bound, and ready to be used…and so we did.

For days.

And days.

And days.

And we had to admit, he was the perfect fuck. In fact, we enjoyed it do much, we wanted to find another guy to do it with, again.

And again.

And again.

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