He raised his head on his hands, turned and looked at me. As I repeatedly slid up and down, slurping and swallowed his young weapon, licking the tender underside of his cock-head and tickling his testicles with my fingers, I tasted his saltiness on my tongue and realized it was his pre-cum. XXNX There we were, both of us face down, legs facing the river, him on top of me, his organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the dreaded sound of the “putter, putter, putter” of an outboard motor. I’ll be honest and say that the first thing I spotted was the protrusion in the front of his jogging bottoms; THEN I saw the youthful face and my sex-alarm went off. In this case, I guess you might say that “It must have been the car!” Read 56754 times |
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