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Himeros and Pothos

Si estaba gozando el mentiroso 🤣

El tío que hace de pasivo aquí me vuelve loco!! 🐻💦💦💦

Wooooof!!! A este campeon lo rellenaba yo a todas horas 🐻💦💦💦

TRUTH !!!!

He came up behind me, leaning over my shoulder. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my bare ass through his football shorts. I thought that was very bold of him, but I said nothing. “What are you watching?” he asked, his tone playful. I turned my head, felt the brush of his stubble against my cheek. “Porn, you idiot,” I laughed. He’d known for years now that his brother was gay, and I had thought he was straight. Until the week before last. It was a blurry night, but it was not one I would forget soon. He leaned in closer, pressed harder, a stray hand tugging at his shorts, exposing his cock. Hands smoothed around my sides. He seemed hesitant; he was never so restrained with the girls he brought home. I remembered what he had said that night: “We never talk about this stuff. I don’t know if you… like it this way… if you’ve done it… if I’m going to hurt you…” I almost laughed. As though he wasn’t sure that his little brother was a slut. “I can feel the tip of your dick on my hole.” He turned his face to meet mine, his lips brushing mine. “Oh?” “I’m already lubed. You should just slip it in.”

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