Muñeca de la Mafia | Entre bastidores

Mafia Doll | Behind the Scenes My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I could smell a day of musk emanating from its masculine, college jock surface. “So, I hear you’re the guy to see,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. This isn’t happening, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. God, he was huge. I pulled my boxers down just enough to free my cock, which was already leaking with precum. “You’re gonna feel this tomorrow,” my new friend in front of me muttered, his voice rough with amusement. It was actually kinda nice.”

I felt my face burn, and I quickly turned back into my bed, pretending to still be asleep. I tugged myself too, and made us cum at about the same time, both of us tensing our abs and leaning forward slightly, as he coated my hand and I squirted onto my tummy. Zack’s breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into my hand. “Yeah,” Lochlan said, his voice casual as he soaped up his pits and then his dick and balls.