I love feeling a guys inner thigh rubbing against my a** as he thrusts, rocking back and forth with that long stroke. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, a nerve in the back of my throat down my chest starts buzzing, I enter the throws of ecstasy as he pumps away on my backsnatch, his hirsute sac slapping against my ring and taint. It’s heaven, even if he creams his s**** deep in me before my prostate bell can go off and spurt forth. It’s ok, because there’s always a next fellow.

– Creamvallus