TC-244 Lord of the Flys
Lord of the Flys
Trojan Classic
TC-244
Lance Rogers
$1.95
Lord of the Flys
Trojan Classic
TC-244
Lance Rogers
$1.95
Lord of the Flys
Foreword
“Go over to the wall, bend over and put the back of your head to the wall and force your hips forward. I also think he grabbed hold of the back of his thighs.”
Chance walked stiff-legged to the wall and bent over and as he spread his feet, the crease between his gorgeous buttocks opened a little, exposing his rosy brown, tightly clenched asshole with the almost invisible silvery hairs surrounding it. Morgan feasted his eyes on this beautiful apparition, taking in the swelling backs of his thighs and the huge delectable nuts swinging between them.
The back of Chance’s head and the upper part of his shoulders were now against the wall and grasping the base of his pulsating cock in his fist, he pointed it at his mouth and pressed his hips in. The tip of his crown was against his lips, then as he continued forcing, he opened his mouth and the gorgeous muscle disappeared easily into his mouth and touched the arch of his throat. He pulled out and looked around at Morgan who was watching wide-eyed and fascinated. “I can do it, Morgan!” he crowed, “now I’ll open my throat and see just how much more I can take!”
Morgan knelt down at the side and placed his face close to watch at really microscopic range. He began panting heavily as he saw the fabulous pole sink into Chance’s mouth again and continue past what Morgan knew was his epiglotis. “Oh, fuck!” he moaned, “I’m even jealous of you doing it yourself!” He moved behind Chance on his knees and spread his asscheeks even further with his thumbs and gingerly attacked the small knot with his tongue. He had never done this before, but he felt compelled to do it now.
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