scoring the glory

Listening to the music, I knew when to change. And change. She wrapped her left hand around my throbbing damp stiffy. And one and two and three and four. Cindy rubbed enthusiastically. I began to understand that I was the one making this gangbang work for her. The other guys were doing the work, but I was scoring the glory. Their dicks, she felt, were mine.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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