Of course, I was feeling pretty anxious about the fact that Freddy was now repeatedly inserting the velvety, blood-engorged head of his firm “thing” up into the “big hole” at the very rear of my “thing.” And there was a part of me that felt like asking him, “What are you doing?”
But I didn’t dare open my mouth to question Freddy like that, and risk getting him angry at me. It was about the only thing that our two genitals had in common. Bokepindo Well, as we got more and more comfortable with bringing our bare genitals into direct contact with one another, it didn’t take too long before Ray’s “little accidents” stopped being accidents altogether.
