What Happens In The Pink Limo?

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Fitz and Swagger, two gay guys who haven't touched or fucked eachother, decide to have a retouch sex time in the back of the limo.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming!" Swagger screamed as he slammed into Fitz's ass. Fitz bit his lip as he felt himself cumming too. It was exhilarating. His dick was on fire and he was loving every second of it.He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt his cum shooting into the air. He felt so fucking good.

He was on fire.

Fitzgerald grabbed the back of Swagger's neck and kissed him hard. "You want my cum, don't you baby?" he panted in his deep voice. "Give it to me baby, I need it bad.Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!"

Fitzgerald felt hot cum shooting into his mouth. He swallowed it all as Swagger screamed, "Agh! Agh! Stop it! It hurts! Stop it!" The pain turned to ecstasy as they climaxed at the same time. Their orgasms were mind blowing.It was like they were connected. They felt so good together.

"Ohhhhh fuck! Ohhhhh fuck! Ohhhhh fuck!" Swagger screamed as his body twitched and jerked with each spasm of his orgasm. His voice was raw as he panted, "O fuck, O fuck, Oh fuck!Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!"

Fitzgerald's dick was on fire too. He was shooting his load at the same time as Sagger. His mouth was wide open as he groaned, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!"

They collapsed against each other in a sweaty, gasping mess."That was amazing," Fitzgerald said as he caught his breath. "Did you feel that, baby?"

"Yeah," Swagger panted "I felt it. It was incredible. How about you? What do you think?"

"Incredible," he said again with a grin on his face. "Now fuck me, pretty boy.I need that cock badly."

Fitzgerald slid up behind him and pushed his shoulders back. He felt the hard cock head nudge against his ass and knew it was time. He pushed harder and harder until he felt the head pop inside him. It was electrifying. He could feel the walls of his cunt squeezing around the invading head. It was a feeling he wanted to repeat.

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