Drew Peters thinks he’s alone. The blond bad boy sinks onto a bright red plug the size of a Nerf football, grunting as his cock stiffens with every slow drop. Then Steve Richards steps out of the dark, thick meat swinging. He rips Peters off the plug, shoves him onto the rack, and works both fists past the wrist into that greedy hole. Vin Nolan shows up and shoves his heavy cock down Peters’ throat while Richards punches in and out. Nolan pulls Richards’ fist free, swallows the wet shaft, and Peters buries his tongue in Nolan’s thick ass. Peters shoots across Nolan’s boots, licks every streak clean, then watches the other two stroke off and paint the three of them with hot, thick loads.
Drew Peters thinks he’s alone. The blond bad boy sinks onto a bright red plug the size of a Nerf football, grunting as his cock stiffens with every slow drop. Then Steve Richards steps out of the dark, thick meat swinging. He rips Peters off the plug, shoves him onto the rack, and works both fists past the wrist into that greedy hole. Vin Nolan shows up and shoves his heavy cock down Peters’ throat while Richards punches in and out. Nolan pulls Richards’ fist free, swallows the wet shaft, and Peters buries his tongue in Nolan’s thick ass. Peters shoots across Nolan’s boots, licks every streak clean, then watches the other two stroke off and paint the three of them with hot, thick loads.
