He pushed the bulging, purple head of his ten inch cock up against my inner labia and asked Steven to slow down for a sec. I had thrust around violently trying to distract him as I worked on the Velcro, but it wouldn’t give, not even a little. I could smell Joop, there’s no mistaking that fragrance, but I also detected a hint of motor oil. As he bounced back and forth, he held me down by placing his hands on my hip bones, bringing me to him. Ted walked down the bedroom hallway, in his most recent club soccer shirt and the boxer shorts I had bought him a couple of months into the relationship when I had realised that most pieces of his wardrobe, including his underwear, were all at least five years old and showing obvious signs of wear. He moved quickly, all the while Carl, standing next to Ted, balancing that elbow on the top of the chair.
