Derek drops you into his boxers on top of his sweaty and sticky cock. You struggle to pull yourself off but it was if you had landed on top of a snail. Pre cum had made it impossible for you to escape as the more tried to free yourself the tighter it held you.
Derek: aww mmm Fuck yeah! Struggle you tiny shit!.
He slowly begins rubbing himself as his dick starts to get hard.
“Let go of me you sick minded fuck!”
Derek smiles hearing you grips his hands around his cock.
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