The shirt was too big, but I did not care. Blowjob sex now, he was doing it on his own – and didn’t touch me anymore. Once, twice, as he buried himself for the third time, I felt him come. Soon after I had been discharged from the hospital, back home to our flat. Down again. Then his hands ran over my body, greedy, hard. But instead of clicking the game icon, I clicked the one for the browser. We had watched together, either laughing at it, or getting horny, sometimes both. Could we go on like this? For an instant, a hungry expression flitted over David’s face, then it was gone, and he looked away. But instead of clicking the game icon, I clicked the one for the browser. Down again. Smiling I touched his neck, fumbled with the short hairs on the back of his head. Hard and deep, he pushed his cock inside me.
