HIS69-477 Randy Studs
Randy Studs
HIS69
HIS69-477
Michael Ward
$3.95
Excerpt
“Go on! Take a chance!” Clem Canter snapped as he wiped the fresh semen from his chin.
“There’s a drop or two still caught in your cleft,” I answered dryly, smiling down at him.
Clem was positioned between my widely splayed legs, where he had been busily sucking my cock when I spurted what seemed to be a gallon of sweet, hot spunk down his throat about a minute before he resumed our conversation.
He gave his chin another swipe with the back of his hand, and then licked the last drops of my cum off it. “I mean it,” he said. “And don’t change the subject.”
“Didn’t mean to,” I replied with an indifferent shrug. “I just didn’t want you running around town with my jizz all over your face, that’s all. If you’d rather, I’m sure I can manage another load before the night’s over.”
Clem chuckled good-naturedly. “Listen to you. How modest. You’ll be ready to blast again in ten minutes. You always are.”
“Ah, yes,” I said, stretching languidly in the dim light of my bedroom. “I have to admit it. I’m cursed with hot nuts.”
“You bragging or complaining?” Clem got to a sitting position, still between my legs. God, he looked beautiful. Naked as the day he was born, he positively glowed in the light of the small, red-shaded lamp on my bedside table, my “fuck light,” I call it.
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.