His skin not only looked smooth but was smooth, and the curve of his ass was soft and hairless, and it looked as if it had never grown hair. It looked like the cleanest little hole, almost unreal, almost like it was made for it. It was made to welcome the sexy stiff strap that I held in my hand. Hovering just inches, no, not inches centimeters, from that little pleasure hole of his. So close but still so far away from giving him all the pleasure we had been leading up to.Like I said, time had seemed to be standing still, or was I stalling? Was I nervous? Maybe he was? He looked at me with a feral look, and I knew he was ready. But even if he wasn’t, I was.  I was ready to push forward and let the head of my sexy stiff strap pressure his little hole to open up for me.

While I held my hand firmly around my sexy stiff strap I guided it home, pressing with just the right amount of pressure that made his lips part as I placed it inside. First, the air escaped his mouth in a gasp, just as it should’ve. Next, I pushed in deeper. And his stomach flexed, and his chest rose as his lungs filled with more air, and he moaned out for me.I took that as a sign to give him more. Yes, he wanted more.  He wanted all that I could give him. I could see it in his eyes, and then I pushed inside him further deeper. I’m filling him with all 10 inches of my gloriously sexy stiff strap. Next, I fell on him, no, not on him; I fell in him, letting the weight of my body push me all the way. And then I lay there, sunk deep inside him, staring at him, his eyes staring back, happy and hungry. They had a slight twitch as I eased myself out and thrust myself back in over and over,. Feeling victorious, as moans of pleasure filled the room. Harder, he begged, and I gave him what he begged for. I gave him harder, and I gave him faster. I gripped his thighs, and I pounded myself into him. Finally, he came so hard that he erupted like a volcano, spraying us in celebration.