Crossdresser Hiromi Aizawa’s Forbidden Passion

Dad seized the moment, burying his nose in Rex’s sweat-soaked pits again, inhaling deeply, his tongue lapping the damp curls with fervour, savouring the primal tang. I straddled their sweaty chests, legs spread, my cock hovering over their pits as they inhaled each other’s rank pit scent. Gay sex “No secrets,” Malik had declared, his voice firm but his eyes soft. Also, Dad and Malik accepted my relationship with Rex and gave me nothing short of a warm embrace. The bed rocked, banging the wall, and I moaned, “Fuck, Rex, pound me hard!” He gripped my hips tight, his sweat dripping hot and sticky onto my back, fucking me deep ‘til my ass cheeks quivered with every thrust. I stripped my shirt off and kicked my jeans and underwear away, my dick springing free, already hard and rigid. The heat was wild—Rex’s tongue in my ass, dad’s moans, and that pit musk filling my nose had me shaking.

Crossdresser Hiromi Aizawa’s Forbidden Passion

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