Apple's POV
I was wriggling against Bruce's lap and could feel his manhood standing up beneath me as I did so. My lips were crushed against his as we shared the moment. My fingers were caught in the knots of his hair. He was putting his hands on the back of my head.
He picked me up so lightly that I felt like a feather as he carried me to the bed. After positioning me on the edge of the bed, he gave my shoulders a gentle push backward. He then threw the boxer shorts away after sliding them down my legs and dumping them in the garbage. He spread my legs apart by placing his hands on my knees and grinned when he saw how drenched I was in a sweat. The hot juices poured down my taint and into my asshole like a mountain stream carrying the heat of the summit.
