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Ok,the first guy is mine!
The patience of the bobbing horn in the 2nd-to-last frame disturbed me as I extended my tongue to trace the urethral conduit along the jutting promontory from its emergence in the bag of gathered fuckballs, so I thought better of my approach, encouraged by the indifference I discerned in the contemptous face. I thought, well, let's at least issue a glossy stream of succulence from fruited wedge, so I found myself feasting perineally along the isthmus to love's anus, to dislodge the seemly effluent with lavings of the lock to its headwaters. Instantly I found myself in a male environment, where fuck had been knowingly transacted more than once, and suppleness of fuckmuscle sparred with my tongue in serve and volley of probe and suction, fuckthing slaking fuckthing as his penis lost complacency, and seized my tongue with every leap of its infuriated caverns toward a grosser, denser swollenness. This, I considered, would soon enough glaze that dome with the slickness I'd expected, and aggregate eventually to gloss the flailing shaft with fair contrition of its prior stoniness. But by then, as you might suppose, I was so engaged in sumptuous ass that my own knob was being completely retrofitted by anus' alluring geometry, and itself flexing in refrains of squeeze upon my tongue. I thought, well, perhaps we'd better let this lad just glide down in our lap if he intends attentions to his dick, where we could use his as a tiller for the keel that held his fuck.
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