Nate was panting, sweating, and still slow-stroking yet another load out of his shaft.“You’re still churning milk, Nate? “Huff… Gay sex Those black curls getting wet with sweat, as well as his smooth chest and perfect skin. “There!” he said, slapping the jar on the table. Oh man, here it comes again!” He tried to stand, but his legs were shaking so he fell back on the couch and just held the jar to his cock to capture his latest load. “One more trick, just to make sure.” He picked up the last jar of cum and poured it over his own ass, letting the slime run down his scruffy cheeks and hole, and down Nate’s weakening, softening cock. Then, he knelt by them and milked two more thick loads onto River’s thick forearms and, finally, onto Nate’s pectorals, one more time. The white slime oozed out fast in one solid stream two centimeters wide, its viscous bodyspreading slowly in the jar like molten wax with a dull gurgling sound.
