pagespermer: Kitchen Cum “We can’t do this again, Jeremy,” he said, turning while
pagespermer: Kitchen Cum “We can’t do this again, Jeremy,” he said, turning while the Keurig brewed his morning coffee. But there was already a tell. The robe, which normally swung free after the house emptied of adults and he emerged from the pool, caught on his cock, which grew in protrusion as he stared at my nudity. I was on my knees. It was a place that was comfortable for me in his presence. And it was a place that triggered him, like it was triggering him now. “I’m married to your sister. I’m not gonna keep getting off -” “She doesn’t like it the way I like it. You told me. She doesn’t let you do the things you do to me.” I lowered to my hands and knees. It was a desperate gesture, but I was a desperate young man, hormones raging, fantasies surging. This hairy stud with hard eyes had become the center of my universe. “Don’t, dammit,” he snarled, but he was trapped in the corner. “I need another load, Theo. The last one spilled out this morning.” There was a hardening of his hardness. Continuar lendo -- source link