Syrian Ram

I then walked right up to the surprised Syrian hunk, under the thrust of water from the shower head, and latched my mouth onto his. I grabbed his bulbous butt cheeks in my hands and drew him into me. Even when flaccid, his cock was huge, but not that much bigger than mine. The two rods rubbed against each other between us, and both started to come back to life again.

“I don’t know how long before I can get it up again,” he whispered in my ear. “You were such a good fuck that you drained me dry.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I answered. “I can feel it stirring again. We’ll see what a little attention can do.”