Turned over onto his back, Karl's cock was ready to go. Almost too much, because after a few minutes of getting a two-hand stroke he had to stop me from pushing over the edge. Obviously, it wasn't going to take much to bring Karl up to the grand finale. Especially knowing where his happy spot was. I stuck a finger into his ass and ramped up the pace. "Fuck, yeah," Karl whispered, "just like that." And it didn't take long after that. In a matter of seconds, Karl's nut was dripping down my hand.
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