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Race Cooper wants a mouth. Brian Bonds drops to his knees and gives it to him. Thick strands of spit and pre-cum drip from that big black dick while Race pushes the back of Brian’s head, feeding him every inch. Brian gags, breathes, swallows again. When his jaw aches he shifts lower, tongue working the heavy balls, sucking one in, then the other, until Race’s thighs shake. A rough groan cuts through the air. Race’s cock jerks hard and paints Brian’s face, thick ropes landing on lips, tongue, cheek. Brian stays right there, taking it, the load still warm when the last pulse hits.