I then flashed my Scythe ring in his face. I’ve just never experienced this before and, and. Gay sex So when he told me I shouldn’t have sex – I listened. But not so big that it was a novelty. No! Through and through. “Just a man.” I pulled my robe aside, revealing what had resulted from my wandering eyes. Then his v-line and pubes. And he licked them as he looked up at me. It was around the “I’ll do anything!” Portions of his pleading that all of the heaving, deep breaths, and shaking loosened the knot of his towel. And he licked them as he looked up at me. He shut his eyes just in time to avoid cum getting in them. Crying. Legs trembling. Offering themselves as slaves. In spite of myself I let out a few breaths of pleasure. He swerved through the kitchen and tightened the knot of the towel. My cock hit the back of his throat. Crying. Eight years of pent up lust and desire were quickly rising to the surface as my face started to tingle. I don’t know how many times I shot.
