If you're packing a serious enough rod, I'm serious about you, and I don't care about the color."He raised an eyebrow."Really?" There was something hi...ing behind that smile, and I had my guesses as to what."Wanna go back to my place?" He asked. I just let the hunger in my eyes speak for me.* His place was a little apartment on the east side. The second we were in the door I had him by the collar and we were kissing. My lips devoured his, firmly nibbling and sucking all over his mouth. His. Dard kaafi zayada thi magar the skill and technique used, lube applied and patience practiced along with Ballu wanting all this, Mr. M was almost balls deep in boy ass already. In his mind Ballu ne apnay aap ko appreciate kiya. A day earlier he could not imagine to be in this position with his legs up and his ass hung on the daddy skewer and roasted inside out. Dono ne aik dousray ki eyes mein daikha aur Daddy could see boy ass loving it and boy saw his daddy well contented and satisfied. Ballu. It started out slow and tentative and quickly exploded into one hell of a kiss. He slid one hand around Sarah’s waist, hauling her smaller body against his much harder one. The impact made her gasp, and he took full advantage, sliding his tongue inside her lips for a taste. It was hot and hungry and fierce, the way they tasted each other. She bit and sucked at his lower lip, her hands tangling in his hair to keep him from pulling away from her. He found himself backing her up until she was. Genuine military hardware undergoing modifications to civilian life. No one was ever going to redesign them to be anything but what the pair truly are ... greyhounds of the sea. Fast moving hunter-killers put out to pasture that won the lottery of life. Long, narrow and fast looking sitting on the hardstand. Too small for drydock but almost too big for the land ... Sand Tiger Sharks rather than Great White. Kept alive by some man with too much money and an urge to frighten the shit out of his.