He pulls me like a gun, point blank to his mouth.
Mustache pricks my lips.
He takes my nipples between dirty fingers,
Strokes my dick in the bathroom mirror.
His ass assumes the position.
Pink, puckered, tight.
He crouches to my crotch.
Spit trickles to the base of my dick.
He doesn’t wait for me to come,
But zips up, washes hands and doesn’t look back to give eye contact.
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