1. MR SAITO


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Author: slappywag64, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    under my caresses. There is a small patch of hair in the cleavage of his tits. I run my finger through it. We he turns over I assume he wants to be fucked. I position myself, spitting saliva into my hand and rubbing it onto my cock and finger his asshole for a few minutes. I cannot help notice his wedding ring and wonder if his wife is aware of her husband's fixation for American boys. I don't give the issue much thought and I slip my cock between that expansive ass. I have to play blind man's bluff a few moments before I find hi asshole and thrust it in just an inch or so. He lets out a little cry that sounds dinstinctly girlish. It will not be the last time. The movements of the limo make the whole process a little tricky. A sudden acceleration almost made us both tumble to the floor if it wasn't for a quick shifting of our weight to counter balance this. I came momentarily dislodged but quickly reinserted myself and advanced several inches more much to Mr. Saito's great delight. I kneaded his soft back and shoulders as I gradually sank completely up his ass. I started pumping my hips, quick thrusts of my hips. No words of protest came from his lips and continued and the damp slapping of our flesh was quite loud. I don't know if the glass partion dampened sound as well as sight. I ...
    reached round and rubbed Saito's cock. He ejaculated long before I did and I rubbed his cock until it was limp and small, wringing out a few more droplets of sperm which had washed over the leather seats. I resumed fucking him for several more minutes. His legs suddenly buckled and he fell onto the seat. I was nearly tossed off but I held firm and fucked him with all the energy I could summon. I explode my load deep up his ass. I do not withdraw until I am absolutely empty. We collapse onto the floor with a loud collective thump, panting heavily. By the time we have arrived at his hotel we are redressed and the very portrait of dignity. In his spacious suite we again undress and head for the bathroom for a long shower. I lather his body and finger his asshole. It was the beginning of a wonderful week. I felt like a kept boy but I didn't let he though taint the pleasure I was showered with. Saito was a generous host and wanted to experience much efore returning back to Japan. I overheard him speaking to someone but knowing a few scant words of Japanese helped little in interpreting the converstion. He spoke in a hushed tone which made me wonder if he was speaking to his wife. I saw a photo in his wallet of his wife and f****y. I lost count how many times we fucked over the course of the week.
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