Lucien pressed himself deeper and deeper into Blaise, his wide girth stretching his well-oiled home. Hen gripped his hips, as Blaise let out a cry of pleasure. He was already quivering with desire, and he squeezed Lucien so tightly he moaned.
Lucien began bucking into him, slowly at first to get Blaise used to the rhythm. Blaise sank down to his elbows, and buried his face in the pillows. As he began to roll his hips against Lucien's dick, he began shaking harder, and had to bite down on the pillow to stifle his screams.
Lucien was lost in his pleasure. The rush of being in Blaise again, of being the source of his ecstacy, was exhilarating. He pushed Blaise's head down more into the pillows, opening him up a bit more, and pumped in and out of him fervently. It must have felt good; Blaise trembled all over, and his ass shook hard, sending jolts of pleasure down Lucien's spine. He moaned into the pillow. It was a loud moan but the pillow silenced it.
