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https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 “Happy now?” he smirked playfully upon lifting his shirt after I begged to get a glimpse of his muscular pecs. He was the fifth guy I had lured into the last stall of the cruisy men’s room at the big-box hardware store that day—and the hottest by far. “Jesus, you’re hairy,” I gasped, my hands exploring his thick pelt. “I fucking love all that man fur.” “I wish my wife liked it,” he laughed. “She’s always wanting me to shave it off.” “That’s a shame,” I replied, dropping to my knees and ravenously undoing his camo pants, his hard eight-incher smacking me in the face. “I bet I like a lot of things that your wife doesn’t.” “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back as I took his cock down my throat, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “She sure doesn’t like to deep throat me like that.” Grabbing the back of my head, he began to face fuck me like his cock hadn’t seen a warm hole in months. He was owning my submissive throat, abusing it. And I was willing and eager to surrender to his violent assault. Tears began to stream down my face as he thrusted past my tonsils over and over again, never pausing to allow me to catch my breath. I was gagging on his big cock, retching on it, trying to suppress the bile rising from my stomach. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he laughed sadistically. “You’re about to taste my cum.” He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, his cock began to throb down my throat, releasing his warm seed. Like a wild boar, he grunted rhythmically as each spurt of his creamy load went flying down my throat. Instinctively, my hands grasped his muscular ass while his balls emptied into my greedy belly. “Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled, extracting his cock from my wrecked esophagus as quickly as he had entered it, my chin dripping with saliva. “My wife never eats my cum like that.” He was still rock hard, a drop of his pearly cum dangling from the tip of his purplish, spent cock. Never satisfied, I had to have more. “I bet your wife doesn’t let you cum up her ass,” I taunted, dropping the back of my shorts as I turned and braced myself against the tiled bathroom wall, offering up my eager hole to him. “We gotta make this fast,” he ordered, his meaty hands grabbing my hips as he pushed into my warm depths with a savage thrust. “I don’t want my wife to get suspicious. She’s out there looking at paint chips. Told her I was just gonna take a quick piss.” Five minutes later, with his warm load up my ass, I exited the men’s room. I passed him and his wife in the paint section. She was holding up a stock card of light pink paint, cooing over how nice it would look in the baby’s nursery. #sex #gay #fuck #porn #incest

https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 “Happy now?” he smirked playfully upon lifting his shirt after I begged to get a glimpse of his muscular pecs. He was the fifth guy I had lured into the last stall of the cruisy men’s room at the big-box hardware store that day—and the hottest by far. “Jesus, you’re hairy,” I gasped, my hands exploring his thick pelt. “I fucking love all that man fur.” “I wish my wife liked it,” he laughed. “She’s always wanting me to shave it off.” “That’s a shame,” I replied, dropping to my knees and ravenously undoing his camo pants, his hard eight-incher smacking me in the face. “I bet I like a lot of things that your wife doesn’t.” “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back as I took his cock down my throat, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “She sure doesn’t like to deep throat me like that.” Grabbing the back of my head, he began to face fuck me like his cock hadn’t seen a warm hole in months. He was owning my submissive throat, abusing it. And I was willing and eager to surrender to his violent assault. Tears began to stream down my face as he thrusted past my tonsils over and over again, never pausing to allow me to catch my breath. I was gagging on his big cock, retching on it, trying to suppress the bile rising from my stomach. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he laughed sadistically. “You’re about to taste my cum.” He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, his cock began to throb down my throat, releasing his warm seed. Like a wild boar, he grunted rhythmically as each spurt of his creamy load went flying down my throat. Instinctively, my hands grasped his muscular ass while his balls emptied into my greedy belly. “Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled, extracting his cock from my wrecked esophagus as quickly as he had entered it, my chin dripping with saliva. “My wife never eats my cum like that.” He was still rock hard, a drop of his pearly cum dangling from the tip of his purplish, spent cock. Never satisfied, I had to have more. “I bet your wife doesn’t let you cum up her ass,” I taunted, dropping the back of my shorts as I turned and braced myself against the tiled bathroom wall, offering up my eager hole to him. “We gotta make this fast,” he ordered, his meaty hands grabbing my hips as he pushed into my warm depths with a savage thrust. “I don’t want my wife to get suspicious. She’s out there looking at paint chips. Told her I was just gonna take a quick piss.” Five minutes later, with his warm load up my ass, I exited the men’s room. I passed him and his wife in the paint section. She was holding up a stock card of light pink paint, cooing over how nice it would look in the baby’s nursery. #sex #gay #incest #fuck

https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 “Happy now?” he smirked playfully upon lifting his shirt after I begged to get a glimpse of his muscular pecs. He was the fifth guy I had lured into the last stall of the cruisy men’s room at the big-box hardware store that day—and the hottest by far. “Jesus, you’re hairy,” I gasped, my hands exploring his thick pelt. “I fucking love all that man fur.” “I wish my wife liked it,” he laughed. “She’s always wanting me to shave it off.” “That’s a shame,” I replied, dropping to my knees and ravenously undoing his camo pants, his hard eight-incher smacking me in the face. “I bet I like a lot of things that your wife doesn’t.” “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back as I took his cock down my throat, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “She sure doesn’t like to deep throat me like that.” Grabbing the back of my head, he began to face fuck me like his cock hadn’t seen a warm hole in months. He was owning my submissive throat, abusing it. And I was willing and eager to surrender to his violent assault. Tears began to stream down my face as he thrusted past my tonsils over and over again, never pausing to allow me to catch my breath. I was gagging on his big cock, retching on it, trying to suppress the bile rising from my stomach. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he laughed sadistically. “You’re about to taste my cum.” He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, his cock began to throb down my throat, releasing his warm seed. Like a wild boar, he grunted rhythmically as each spurt of his creamy load went flying down my throat. Instinctively, my hands grasped his muscular ass while his balls emptied into my greedy belly. “Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled, extracting his cock from my wrecked esophagus as quickly as he had entered it, my chin dripping with saliva. “My wife never eats my cum like that.” He was still rock hard, a drop of his pearly cum dangling from the tip of his purplish, spent cock. Never satisfied, I had to have more. “I bet your wife doesn’t let you cum up her ass,” I taunted, dropping the back of my shorts as I turned and braced myself against the tiled bathroom wall, offering up my eager hole to him. “We gotta make this fast,” he ordered, his meaty hands grabbing my hips as he pushed into my warm depths with a savage thrust. “I don’t want my wife to get suspicious. She’s out there looking at paint chips. Told her I was just gonna take a quick piss.” Five minutes later, with his warm load up my ass, I exited the men’s room. I passed him and his wife in the paint section. She was holding up a stock card of light pink paint, cooing over how nice it would look in the baby’s nursery. #sex #gay #incest #fuck

"Go ahead, this is your one chance," my girlfriend's brother told me. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I put my hands on his stomach and felt his hair. I pushed up to his chest and grabbed his pecs. I ran my thumb around his nipple and felt it tighten. My right hand went up past his neck and touched his face and beard. I was so turned on by him, he was such a guy, all the hair. I would have done anything he wanted in that moment. I put my head into the middle of his chest and took a deep breath. I felt his hand grab the back of my neck and hold me there and he wrapped his arms around me. "Like my smell?" He asked as I buried my face into him. "God, yes," I said softly. "Suck my nipples," he instructed me. I went right for it, put it in my mouth and clamped down on it. I was fucking mush for this guy. I could feel his cock getting hard against my chest as he helped me close. I kept sucking on it, moving to the other, taking breaks to smell his body and rub my face in his hair. I couldn't stop myself, I put my hand all in front of his sweats and squeezed his cock. I wanted to make him happy, show him that I could satisfy him. "Hey, hands off," he said and grabbed my wrist. "Keep sucking my tit." I went back to work and pushed my body against his. I felt his cock throbbing against me as I did. I wanted him so bad but I knew I'd have to play by his rules if I was able to get anymore from him. "Does my sister know you're into dudes?" He asked as he pushed his dick forward. "I don't think so," I told him and looked up. "You need to tell her, she should know," he told me. "Her last boyfriend was too, I don't think you should be worried." "Really?" I asked as I kissed his chest and ran my hands all over him. "Yeah, really. If you tell her tonight I'll feel better about letting you touch me in other places, you understand?" He said and humped slowly into me. I nodded yes and moved my hand back to his cock and held it tight through the fabric of his sweats. He let me stroke him for a moment before he pushed me back. "No more touching," he said and pulled his sweats down and let his cock out. He had a bunch of hair around his dick and it was perfect. I wanted to suck on it but I knew it wasn't going to happen tonight. He straddled me and pointed his dick towards me. He started stroking pretty fast as I watched and looked up at him. It didn't take him long before he was ready to release. "Open your mouth," he demanded. I put my hand back on his chest and he didn't protest, he pointed his dick right at me and shot directly into my mouth. I wanted to wrap my lips around him but I resisted. He leaned forward making sure to get as much of it in me as he could. I rubbed his chest and stomach as I enjoyed the flavor he was dumping in my mouth. He hit my face with his dick after he was done, just to tease me I'm sure. "Tell her," he said and got off. "Or I do." "Okay," I replied, so drunk off of him. He stuck his tongue out, I copied him. He wiped the tip of his dick on it and then left the room. #gay #2024 #daddy #porn #fuck

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