Deep satisfaction

Hello, it's the subject of a gay story. You don't like to read. Between work and busyness. Two years ago, when I was 27 years old, when I was chatting with people younger than myself, I saw that they were not useful at all, and after chatting with the elderly, I made sure that I had chosen the right one, a free and soft relationship. She behaved normally with all her anxiety and stress and explained a little about gay and the conversation became sexy and we were supposed to kiss each other. I realized that I liked giving more, but I had sex with everyone, I had nothing but pain, and I decided to have sex with someone who cares about me, until it took me a while to find someone who spoke with confidence, at least in his words. I was handsome, I was kissing Kirsh myself, I was enjoying myself as much as he could reach me. He turned and massaged me with the massage oil that he had brought, and he also opened the hole, then he put it on his head and slowly inserted it. He pulled it out and poured it. He cleaned my waist, but Kirsh was not asleep. It was interesting. He pushed you again and pumped his hand. I was having fun and sometimes my cream was shaking until I touched it. It straightened up but I did not touch it anymore and it made me feel good with each pump. How did so much water come from me? It was a white and very thick blue. My legs became weak and I sat down and I could not continue anymore. We took a shower and came out of my waist. I felt completely empty. We ate some fruit and I came. And be repeated many times