I guess that convinced me. I start kissing him back. Milan pulls down my boxers and starts massaging my ass, while we continue to furiously dry hump each other. He spreads my ass cheeks and puts a finger against my asshole. Then he starts rubbing, pressing against it ever so slightly. This all happens whilst we continue exploring each other mouths. I notice my head is starting to feel light and my girl dick is rock hard. I saw it coming of course, so it only takes me off guard a little when Milan applies some pressure with his finger, just enough for it to pop in. Soon my hardon is leaking precum onto his boxers. We're still french kissing. I'm not sure what I should focus on; my boner brushing against his boxers, our hot kissing session or his skilled ass-fingering. The boy stops kissing long enough to show me an amazing smile. "Let's go to living room again." I kiss him for another second. "Sounds indian like a plan." He takes my hand and guides me to the couch. Even before we even reach it, I pull him towards me again and continue our heated kiss. "Look who is all addicted to kissing now," Milan grins. I moan. "Dude, it's amazing. Why didn't you do this to me earlier?" "Yesterday you even winced if I touched you, Dan." "Yeah… well…" "It's no problem. I just knew I had to be careful. It's hard to turn people gay." He laughs. "What the hell? I'm not gay!" I push him away. "Dude, relax. I'm just kidding. I closed indian my eyes and soon realized, I was going to get a blowjob . . . Fast and painful or slow and agonizing?” Evan's heart sank as he remembered the hour prior. She moaned into my lips as her membrane stretched and stretched. The satyr’s hands were pulling at her hips and her breasts girl felt neglected for once. Suddenly Lenny withdrew the tube. This nervousness rippled through me as I licked again. A red X appeared on the icon. She was grinning ear to ear. Well, you should have seen us play; it was pathetic.