Cory shot one hand forward, gripping a fistful of hair. Fuck! Gay sex “Fuck I can’t – I’m gonna cum!” He roared as he felt himself erupt.Michael cried in pleasure as he felt himself fill with the hot and young cream. His tongue looped around the shaft as he sunk slowly, then pulled up, then sunk again. Her and her father turned to him. Taking off his clothes and hopping in the shower. Criss been hitting on him?No, that sounded insane. Like it was molded from clay by a sculptor. Lydia was seventeen and would rather spend more time on her phone talking to her friends than be here.Their mother reached out and touched her forehead with the back of her hand the way mothers do and frowned lightly. Criss slurred. Slightly louder this time.Cory got up and slid some shorts on. I’m sorry. Holding the fleshy cheeks apart so he could get in deep. “You asked for it.” He smirked before jutting forward, forcing his cock in down to the base. Criss.” Cory smiled at him, not closing the door just yet.
