Exploring Amateur Anal Adventures

Credits go to theFirstHipster for helping me with the editing. You have quite a bit to tell, too.”“I do? I suppose I do… but not here, it’s far too cold.”
I had to ask the question, though I feared the answer…“Was… was what I did wrong?”
He smiled widely at my reticence and leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. It had been two hours since time of death, rigor mortis would be setting in soon, probably less than ten hours. He smelled good. He was quite stiff everywhere now, including his deliciously erect member, from which I quickly removed the strings and rods that held it in place, giving it a slow, gentle stroke as I did so. I liked that he was now as sweaty as I was. I turned off the lights, ready to come back at midnight to give Thomas his last night of pleasure. Glassy emerald eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing.