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“Fuck your cum up my ass, man! Please?” Damon begged when Lucky Donovan’s big glistening prick slithered wetly from his mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Lucky laughed as he sat astride the boy’s face and jacked off. “That cock-hungry asshole of yours miss me while I was ashore?”
“For sure,” Damon murmured, kissing the hairy balls that were bouncing against his chin. He looked cross-eyed at the huge cock that jutted above his face. “Nobody on this tub can fuck ass like you can, Lucky.”
“Bullshit,” Lucky said, playfully slapping the handsome youth’s face with his wet prick. “I bet Cotton and Shawn kept your little ass hot for me while I was in Clearwater. I know those guys!”
“I didn’t say I’d been doing without,” Damon said with a devilish grin. He flicked his tongue out and lapped an emerging dewdrop of pre-cum from the tip of Lucky’s cock. “Anyway, you were in Clearwater, and we were here in Tampa.” He wrapped his arms around the hunky stud’s naked hips. “Sure, I’ve been fucking with the rest of the crew. So what else is new?”
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