After a while, you are pulled out of your stupor by a familiar sensation - three fingers stabbing your prostate through your well lubricated hole. Its Alex!
"Alex!" you say with enormous joy and relief, but before you can get another word out, your head rolls back and you groan in anguish. For whatever reason, those three magical fingers are not as effective as they were. Far from gently bringing you to climax, they're just tormenting you. "I was afraid this would happen." Alex says, "Anal milking is only effective once. After that, the only remedy for involuntary excitation is..." His voice tapers off and he looks at you. You just barely notice his concerned gaze and see that he's quickly undoing his belt, "I'm sorry, Aspen, but this is the only way." You see that he's pulled out his magnificent member and is positioning himself at your entrance. You summon up all your will power and shout, "No!"
Alex stops and looks at you, stunned. You're writhing on a dusty table in what looks like a rundown house of some sort. You **** yourself to say just a little more, "Off... take it... all off... make it real..."
After a few seconds, Alex understands what you're asking for. He smiles gently at you, kisses you full on the lips, and efficiently strips off his clothes. Once he's naked, he positions himself in front of you so you can see all of him. Through your writhing, you see his taut, toned form illuminated in the light of a crescent moon. He's smiling at you while stroking his quickly engorging penis. You see it as it extends to its proud 10 inches and whimper, **** to have it in you.
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