I was moaning so loud as Roscoe fucks me on my asshole. My hands were tied and his tongue is going through all over my body parts.

We’ve been fucking for, I think, almost two hours ago now and neither the two of us want to stop. Sure because he misses me so much. And since his wife is always with him all the time, I barely had time to do this with him.

“Fuck, Morgan. I love you, damn!” Roscoe gripped my neck and forced me to face him.

He then attacked my lips as he fastened his pace in moving inside me.

Yes. I am a man. And...