I used to have sex with a hot Jewish boy from Balaclava. Ira. Sexy Ira. He was smouldering hot, sexy, handsome. He had a habit of being shirtless, and with those abs why not. How he used to fill those black jeans that he used to wear, had to be seen... those calves, those thighs, that arse, that bulging crotch, that curved, flat waist. He had all the right curves.
And he was a real boy, big and bounding and beautiful.
Without fail, he used to shake and ask for god's forgiveness every time I made him cum, every time his thick cock creamed itself. White gobs of glue used to pour out of him. Often. Shabitsa! The boy had a nice, thick wand on him, really beautiful with a pretty snipped end. And it used to stay hard, long after he'd made a mess of himself.
I was never sure if he was praying for forgiveness because another man was playing with his piece, or if it was because he was cheating on his girlfriend?
I guess it didn't matter which?
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