Bending you over the table

Before you know what's what, Robbie grabs you by the hand and drags you to your feet. You stand in front of him, looking up into his eyes. Why havent you noticed his beautiful eyes before? Your breath quickens as he slowly brings his lips to yours, brushing against them tenderly at first. You never kissed chicks after they sucked your dick, it was too gay. So why does he seem so into this?

He grabs the back of your neck as he makes out with you, and your hands instinctively reach for his cock. You begin to stroke it (youve definitely had plenty of practice at that) and he moans into your mouth.

You begin returning the kiss, making out with intensity now, smelling his masculine scent as you melt into is hands. You feel his stubble brush against your chin. You've never been this attracted to someone before, and worst of all its a man whos making you feel this way.

He pulls back from the kiss, and looks you up and down hungrily. Your eyes can barely leave his cock, rock hard and now glistening with saliva and sweat. You gasp as, all of a sudden, he spins you around, pressing his erection into your ass. He pushes down on your shoulders with his right hand, gently yet commanding. You relent, allowing your ass to stick up into the air as you're bent over the table. His left hand then begins to pull down your skinny jeans, with surprising ease. Oh god!

You think you've figured out what your favourite top is referring too...