"So what did you get for your Birthday?" his folks
yelled. Chance said not much, his buddies came over and hung
out..and that Mr. Randall asspig was giving him weightlifting
lessons.
Poor Jim
hears him and asspig looks puzzled, but can't put two and two together. He has no wife,
he thinks, because he's a woman. The pills of course.
Then he came - shooting
high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the
later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton's glans: he was
too far asspig gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled
back, practically in a faint.
"We aren't either ... but relax and enjoy your
present," Andre said to him in his ear, in a calm
way ... and adjusted his grip on his buddies shoulders
and chest. Mike's mouth was sucking on Chance's cock now ... and
from the moaning he heard, he knew that Chance was
beginning to enjoy it. His cock too had expanded until
it practically chocked him...but he continued.
He spasm again and again, but
this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly
down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,
but this time nearly dry - just a wide working of the glistening eye
of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.
