Minnesota is a great producer of Scandinavian dongs, and this Swedish-American from Minneapolis is no exception!
“Don’t do this,” I begged. “Please. It’s a mistake.”
He slowed his thrusts and shook his head a little. “Don’t worry about that now. Just enjoy the moment. We’ve got plenty of time before we have to get dressed.”
I glanced over to his tux hanging in the corner. “I need you to fuck me harder, then. Make me forget this shit is happening.”
He nodded, his eyes glinting. “Anything you want, baby brother. But you know what? I’ll be back from the honeymoon in a week. You won’t miss me for long.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I sighed. He gave a quick nod, and before long I couldn’t think about anything but his massive cock slamming into me. My fingernails dug into his back as he nipped at my lip with his teeth. He slid his length inside me with long, powerful strokes, hammering me faster than I’d ever thought possible. I cried out his name as I started to cum, the first rope landing hot against my neck. It set him over the edge, too, and soon he was pounding a load into me just as he was pounding a load out of me. He slid out and collapsed next to me on the bed’s sweat-soaked sheets. “Alright,” I said, gasping for breath. “Time to get you ready.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What, no round two?” He raised his other eyebrow when I laughed. “No, I’m serious,” he growled, then dove in for a kiss.
24 year old, Lansing MI
Lean, Mean, Ginger-Green Marine!!!! OOHRAH!!!