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Leather Blues 73

“I’m going to milk your dick while I armfuck your butt.”
Denny looked up. “Hit him with the popper. Then plenty of
pull on his tits.” Denny pumped his arm in all the way, then
back ten inches, then in, then back, working up through the
tight ring of ass, stroking the meaty cock. “I want you to
cum,” Den said. “I want to feel you cum with my arm inside
your ass. I want to feel you clamp down on my arm while I
stroke you off.”
The man raised his head and looked up at the fuckin’
vision of Denny Sargent stripped to the waist, fisting him
up to the elbow, and stroking his cock. Denny squinted hard
at the man. “I’m spitting on your fucking dick, buddy. I’m
stroking your meat. I’m plugging your ass.”
Denny hawked up a thick glob of spit from the back of
his throat.
The man tensed his whole body.
Denny reared back his muscular neck, thrust his arm
full deep into the hot hole, held the fucker’s dick tight by
the base, and blew a great white hawker to a direct hit on the
raging head of the erect rod.
“O shit!” The man’s body started to convulse: ass tight-
ening down, dick thrust up. “O shee-it!”
His cum shot like a repeater up and down his body. Clots
of thick sperm hit Denny’s hairy pecs, mixed with his sweat
and started a run down to the dripping tips of his nipples.
“Come on,” Denny coached. “Come on. Easy. Relax. Easy.
Don’t push....Give him one more hit....Let me take it from
here. Easy. Slow. That’s it. Let go. Relax.” Denny worked his
arm from deep inside the guy’s pro-sports belly, slowly, with
fixed-rate intensity, finally pulling his fist back down to the
chamber just inside the sphincter.
“Take it out. Please.” The guy reached his left hand down
around his bullballs and locked thumb and forefinger tight
around Denny’s right wrist.
“Hold on to me,” Denny said. “I won’t hurt you. Hold

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