Blake's Bitches Ch. 01

At this Blake grabbed my sides again, lunged forward until he was on his knees and I was also on my knees in front of him, bent over; the feeling of my fucker's hard, muscular body and thick cock deeply buried in my ass was more than amazing as I was coming and half-passing out; Blake held me with one hand around my firm, fit midriff, and with the other he grabbed my head by the top of my hair; with a roar of power and victory he exploded in my ass, and I could feel his throbbing cock pulse and burst loads and loads, one, two, three, five times. Blake came loads in my ass as my own semen spurted on the ground, proof of my natural submisson to the force of his body, cock, and personality.

After he came, Blake released my hair, and my head drooped; I felt exhausted. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, until his cock softened some, and then Blake pulled out of my ass and I fell forward. I was a mess, on the ground, in my own cum, as Blake stood, muscles glistening with sweat and water, a few feet away, chest out, the rippling muscles in his chest and abs expanding and contracting with breaths. He just smirked at me,

"Clean up, faggot," he said, pointing at the ground. "Then get the fuck out of here."

Blake went back to his shower to wash off.