Holy Shit! I can’t believe the bulge in his pants. I’m thinking Ox is the perfect name for him, he’s gotta be hung like a Bull. You are still...hard too, and I can see the smears on his shirt where you’ve been dripping. “Time to suck dick!” I say. He’s staring at me, his eyes widen as my words sink in. You are standing there, hands at your sides, looking at the floor. “Now you stupid fuck!” I bellow, “Get down on your fucking knees and get Boy’s fucking dick in your cocksucking mouth and. His skin rarely saw the sun. His own black hair was expertly manicured in a business like style. The blue suit, the color of sapphires, was tailored to his build. His voice was deep and playful, ‘Hello, beautiful, did you miss me?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sure you did,’ he looked disdainful at the dream man. ‘Is this what you want, some French beach gigolo? Hell, Sasha, he probably can’t even spell his own name.’ His voice held no hint of an accent though I knew that he had been born French himself…of course. At this point I knew my wood was NOT going to subside until I busted a nut, but that was fine with me. When I'm all horned up like that I dig the way my johnson draws attention so I walked back into the building (naked except for my flip flops) and made my way to one of the small theaters. I found a seat on one of the fake leather couches and relaxed as I watched the fuck flick and stroked my hardon. At first I was the only one in that theater, but was soon joined by several dudes that seemed. I wanted to do everything we did" Ashley told her. At this time, Tim walked up with a few iced teas for everyone. The three continued to exchange pleasantries as they went and sat on the patio. After a few minutes of chatting, Ashley began to get quiet. "Is something wrong dear?" Raylene asked her.Ashley paused, "I kinda want to confess something." You can tell us anything" Tim told her as Raylene put her hand on the teens leg to comfort her."This is really embarrassing. I can't believe I'm.