”While Morales was mixing sand, clay and water into the correct consistency, Lobo hunkered down and stuck his head into the oven for a moment before...backing out and grinning at the human.With the mixture ready, Morales worked it into the fine cracks and smoothed them up. After a final inspection, he sat back. “I don’t think I really had to do that, but I don’t want to risk those small cracks getting bigger and screwing up all my work.”Though worried that he might not have waited long enough,. That salty butter made of Jeff's dry piss, cum and sweat had been building on his cock for a week, it was finally being melted in Ray's soft, young mouth, and he was just simply tasting it.The little boy found a strange kind of harmony between Jeff's rough pleasure moans, and that dirty taste that filled his mouth. He placed his hands on his master's hairy, hefty chest, and started to tease his nipples with those young, smooth fingertips. With that, he continued to suck on Jeff's big cock and. ” I was getting wet, but I was horny and hard as rock. I was not sure she or I would live through this long and wicked night, if I enter that motel room with her, but I did enter. I closed the doors. My first mistake….. Walking in the damn motel room alone with her thinking these sexual thoughts. Her scent and her movement were driving me crazy. I stood there as she tossed her bag on the floor. I stood there watching her slip off her shoes and clothing. Ami had no fear of me seeing her. He's also wearing a pair of silver strappy wedding style shoes at least two sizes too small, but they have a heel and I'm jealous.He hops back up onto the edge of the desk, crossing his legs. He sits there, stroking his thighs, and begins to cross and uncross them like Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct. I get up, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm stood in front of him, his knees together, and I begin to run my hands along his legs, feeling the soft nylon on my palms. The tights, obviously.