“Shh, Kirk is required to be close to prevent injury, we wouldn’t want that would we?” he replied, with a disingenuous shade of care for Shane’s wellbeing. Gay porn Shane’s tormentors admired his cock as it lay limp against his thigh, a testament to his vulnerability. He took a deep breath, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of Shane’s bare feet, the toes curling and uncurling in a silent plea for mercy. He was right, it seemed an age ago Kirk had removed them, one now soggy with shane’s saliva and the other used so keenly it could not possibly retain it’s full scent. Kirk’s head was hovering tentatively close to his bulge, opening his mouth to complain the fat finger of the professor shushed Shane’s lips… Luckily for you, Kirk here has saved us from using the… Shane’s eyes sprang open as he felt warm breath against his exposed thigh. “Next step, Kirk” came the command from the Professor, snapping Kirk back to his senses.Regaining his composure Kirk approached the table again, holding a metal contraption. Kirk’s trembling hands reached for the waistband of Shane’s boxers, his eyes never leaving the prize that awaited him.
