Looking down at those puffed out lips circling his dickhead, Kurt smirked.He was being force fed, this new sensation of having a dick jammed halfway down his throat making his eyes tear up, involuntary milking that thick shaft as he gagged.That final loss of control of his breathing, fed while held by those Italian peasant jug ears pulled methodically up and down that dick, was when he had stopped fighting, just breathing in time to that pounding of his throat.Tony sat there on the toilet with his eyes unfocused letting this blond beefy stud push his face onto his crotch making him lick every inch clean, his mouth slack as his new trainer cradled his chin in his big hand holding that dick just a fraction away from his lips, then stepping forward to slap that dick across his cheeks and his puffy lips, suddenly stepping back to jerk it in a frenzy with that sloppy spit shine Tony had just applied.Tony was mesmerized as that fist flew up and down the shaft of that dick but suddenly stopping and holding it rigid, pointing that meat missile directly at his open lips.It suddenly began to shoot, the deep cleft of that slit opening with a salvo of pearly juice directly into
