Jon guides his head roughly down, “lick, go on taste my juices.” And Paul willingly engulfs the purple/red head in front of him pulling back the foreskin all the way as he does so. Gay porn Paul has been flipping his Zippo in his pocket, it comforts him especially when he is stressed. It’s a rod about 8” long 1.5” diameter. He extends his hand looking Paul in the eye. The atmosphere is now palpably tense in the humid smoky space. Jon presses forward staring into Paul’s eyes. He can see a line of sweat down the back of Jon’s shirt from his exertions with a broom. Paul groans and lunges back at Jon who holds him off long enough to deliver another gob of saliva into to Paul’s mouth. “Just as an idea, how’s that for girth?”. He feels like he is in dangerous territory, the messy he was referring to certainly isn’t about paint.
