You close your eyes to brace yourself for the impact of tonnes of 19 year old guy pressing down on you. But you feel the heat from the ass go away.
You slowly open one eye and you are met with a cloudy reflection of yourself. You snap your neck around to figure out what has happened. You stare upwards past the rock hard abs and pecs of jeremy to his model face.
With dread you realise what your mirror is. you bring your eyes down pastthe arm descending within the band of the boxers to hold down his obviously solid cock, which leads to a slight tuft of pubic hair poking from the waist. The hanging mirror is the clear button of jeremy's fly.
"Mm Hm" Jeremy Moans, biting his lower lip "a close up view of 'The king' " His other giant hand comes into view as he undoes the button. You peer into the darkness, preparing yourself for the king to come out. "pfft told you you wanted to see it" jeremy scoffs.
His other hand snaps out, waving to you as his monster flings from its cage. precum smashes over you and you land back on the pillow.
jeremy pulls the pillow to the middle of the bed, grabbing his cock in his powerful fist. He covers you with the cockhead, rubbing you into the pillow for what seems like an hour.
Finally he pulls back and plasters you with a wave of white, heavy man juice. Jeremy moans in pleasure as he lets all his weight go ontop of you. The final squirts come out onto you as he grinds the pillow slowly.
He wipes the excess off on you and climbs off the bed. "I have some sports illustrated reading to do" he says calmly as he steps out of his dirty boxers. "and you can have some fun too"
He now towers over you, completely naked, he bends down and extends his giant pink tongue and presses into you with it. "mmm i taste awesome"
He moves the pillow back up against the wall. He gets onto the bed the same way as before, but this time spreading his hard, bare arse right infront of you. Afraid to move you remain on your back as the mounds of muscle fly over you. Descending right onto your body is something far worse.
As jeremy gets comfortable he is holding onto his package you take in where you are, directly under this sweaty gross athletic guys crotch, you can smell the asshole behind you as you look up to see his face.
It is at this moment he lets go of his package and his beanbags of testicles within a leathery, stretchy scrotum land ontop of you. You struggle with the smell and heat until you realise it is useless. You hear a quite laugh as he reads his magazine.
After an hour or so, light enters where you are, he is
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