BBC Throat Stretching Face Pound Compilation

“So… Blacked As he worked his magic, I looked around the room at all the men who had gathered at the ends of the locker bay. He slowly sifted through its contents and pulled out deodorant, tweezers, a comb, hair gel, a pack of condoms and one gigantic bottle of lube. I gasped. There used to be a fairly large beach near my house. He began to work up and down along his member, his fingers dancing, chest heaving. It was then that I realized I wasn’t done yet. The tiniest of noises and yet… I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my nose in his shoulder. After my shower I was searching for an abandoned swimsuit, towel–anything to protect my dignity on the walk home when I noticed a piece of paper tucked behind the mirror. He lifted me up just enough so he could reach down and rip the swimsuit off my ankles. I pictured Duke’s face in my mind. I moaned and squirmed, but he only tightened his grip, planted a small kiss on my forehead. After a moment, he released his grip on me, cocked his head to the side, and smiled a cheeky grin. I had a few more of my own orgasms and by the time every man had been satisfied at least once I was a hot sticky mess. He began to grow hard. There he stood in the doorway, a towering testament of manliness with a square jaw, gently tanned skin, and a perfectly-chiseled body.