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Pretty Fun Birthday With The Bikers

Pretty Fun Birthday With The Bikers

Paul Monette
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“Oh my god..” I moaned and took hold of his thick sexy cock. “Is this why they call you Jack?” I asked while stroking his fat tip.

“No.” He replied, “Now suck.”

This was what I had been waiting for all night. I thought to myself as I hungrily engulfed his cock in my mouth. I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw like a snake to accommodate his godlike cock. I couldn’t fit the whole thing in my mouth without gagging, but I slurped and gurgled on at least half of his beautiful sweaty cock. I drunkenly slobbered all over his shaft and worked it with my other hand as I went down to suck and fondle his fat hairy balls. He moaned loudly and took hold of my head and bobbed it up and down.

My head was still swimming, and all the blaring music and smoke was getting to me too, everything started to feel so surreal, and even more strangely, all while this was happening, random people would just walk by the room and holler at Jack or the other men, and they would talk back like doing all this was just casual business. I tried to look up at the people talking, also wondering if maybe they were gonna join in, but Jack pushed my head back down.

“Hey, they’re talking to me not you, so you don’t stop until I tell you to.” He said. I moaned in compliance and went back to my assigned task of sucking the juice out of his sexy engorged cock. “Yeah, suck daddy’s fat dick.” He groaned while pulling my hair. His moans were so hot. I could feel his deep baritone voice reverberating through his balls every time I stuck them in my mouth, and it just made me want to suck him off more.

Then I began to suck hard on his stiff, salty cock, and it was the best. I felt like I could’ve eaten his chicken for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, every day. I was so into it. Working it, playing with it, making it glisten with slobber. Over and over, I spat on his cock and made a mess with his gooey precum, then I smeared the frothy goop across his cockhead and let it trail off my tongue and down my chin like a slutty little pig.
Pages
23
Format
Kindle Edition

Pretty Fun Birthday With The Bikers

Paul Monette
0/5 ( ratings)
“Oh my god..” I moaned and took hold of his thick sexy cock. “Is this why they call you Jack?” I asked while stroking his fat tip.

“No.” He replied, “Now suck.”

This was what I had been waiting for all night. I thought to myself as I hungrily engulfed his cock in my mouth. I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw like a snake to accommodate his godlike cock. I couldn’t fit the whole thing in my mouth without gagging, but I slurped and gurgled on at least half of his beautiful sweaty cock. I drunkenly slobbered all over his shaft and worked it with my other hand as I went down to suck and fondle his fat hairy balls. He moaned loudly and took hold of my head and bobbed it up and down.

My head was still swimming, and all the blaring music and smoke was getting to me too, everything started to feel so surreal, and even more strangely, all while this was happening, random people would just walk by the room and holler at Jack or the other men, and they would talk back like doing all this was just casual business. I tried to look up at the people talking, also wondering if maybe they were gonna join in, but Jack pushed my head back down.

“Hey, they’re talking to me not you, so you don’t stop until I tell you to.” He said. I moaned in compliance and went back to my assigned task of sucking the juice out of his sexy engorged cock. “Yeah, suck daddy’s fat dick.” He groaned while pulling my hair. His moans were so hot. I could feel his deep baritone voice reverberating through his balls every time I stuck them in my mouth, and it just made me want to suck him off more.

Then I began to suck hard on his stiff, salty cock, and it was the best. I felt like I could’ve eaten his chicken for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, every day. I was so into it. Working it, playing with it, making it glisten with slobber. Over and over, I spat on his cock and made a mess with his gooey precum, then I smeared the frothy goop across his cockhead and let it trail off my tongue and down my chin like a slutty little pig.
Pages
23
Format
Kindle Edition

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