Saying Good-bye to Brady Quinn

Brady Quinn's arm collapsed under him with the force of the fucking he was getting.  His face mashed into the pillow on his king size bed, and his head started rhythmically bumping against the headboard.  He tried to ignore his discomfort, focusing instead on the fact that he had no idea when he'd again get a chance to feel this good, to get fucked this deeply and thoroughly.  One hand was between his legs, stroking his fat six inch cock; he had fallen onto the other.  He was propped up on that elbow, his hand straining to graze one of his nipples.  He was sweating, having been fucked already for ten minutes. He knew from experience he was probably going to get another half hour or so.  A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he was smacked, hard on his smooth right ass cheek.