Paul grunted and growled as the other slide all the way back onto him, holding him there and moving his hips in slow circles as he begged to be choked. Letting himself be pulled down for a kiss, greeting it with the same roughness as the other. Sliding his hands up Paul’s body until they reached his throat, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing as he began to thrust into him hard once more. Pulling away from the kiss, their lips still close together as he whispered roughly, “You like that, bitch? You like my hands around your throat? Do you?” His thrusts got almost angrier, slamming into him faster, his balls slapping against him and making his hips hit hard against the back of the couch.
Paul took one last breath before the air was ripped from his body, the hands cutting off the ability. Rocking back he moved his legs further apart, the cock getting better access so that it slammed straight against his prostate. His body tense, muscles bulging all over his frame as he tried to nod, the movement so foreign to him as his ass was getting demolished. “F…..uck!” he barked out. “I… I wanna.. ride you, Paul.” He wanted nothing more than to see their eyes connect as the doppelganger pounded him over and over.
Paul groaned as the others ass enveloped his cock, but he wasted no time in enjoying it. At the others cries he began to thrust into him hard and faster. Gripping his hips so tightly that his nails began to dig into the skin. Grunts passing his lips as he thrust, wanting to make his doppelganger scream as he fucked his ass completely raw.
Paul’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the pace grew faster and faster. He wasn’t ready for this, but boy did it feel good. Pressing back he slipped further down onto the cock until he felt his ass cheeks lay flat against the others groin. “Paul.. I need you to choke me now, fuck, just do it! Please!” he begged, his screams growing louder and louder. He reached back and pulled Paul in for a hard kiss, their lips crashing together as he bit down on the males lip.
Paul smirked at his doppelganger and lifted his hand up once more slapping it roughly against the others ass, “You love it rough, don’t you?” He stepped forward and positioned his cock near the others entrance, “I’m gonna fuck you raw. Just how you like it,” he warned before pushing his huge cock into him hard.
“Fuck yes, I do, babe. Now you gonna give it to me?” he asked, spreading his cheeks for the other to get better access. The pressure to his hole already alerted him to the pain that was soon to come. “Fuck me already, Paul” he felt odd calling his own name out, even odder that it was a mirror image of himself currently tearing him wide open. “FUUUUUUUUUCK!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, hands gripping the couch tightly. “H… HARDER, JUST POUND ME.”
“Mmm, well then bend the hell over,” he growled out while stroking his cock in one hand, the other slapping the other man’s ass.
“So fucking aggressive, you’re lucky we’re so hot.” he said back to other male, leaning over the side of the couch. Ass shaking slowly side to side. “You know I like it harder than that. Don’t hold back on us!”
“I need to be fucked or fuck someone. Badly. This ass is already ready for someone.”
Funny.. I’m in the mood to be fucked.
Paul couldn’t believe his luck, a carbon copy of himself ready for a bit of fun? Who was he to judge or really think about it. The likeness was uncanny and from what he saw earlier it was true even below the belt. He grabbed his car keys before leaving his apartment and made quick work of driving over to the males house. Few moments later he was pulling up to a tasteful home and jumped out of the car, a pep in his step as he skipped up the stairs. “Its me.” he called out as he knocked on the door, his dick already tenting in his shorts.