Companionship Inventory
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Things had been uncomfortable inbetween Older Holland and Older Oaks since their last encounter. After getting caught pleasing one another by President Nelson, Older Holland received some rough discipline. His companion on the other hand, was “spared the rod” being the son of President Oaks. Older Holland exacted his vengeance on Older Oaks’ taut bum and steamy mouth, without mercy screwing him, using him as his personal fuck plaything until he was sated he had been decently punished. The days that followed were packed with angst and sexual disappointment as the dudes went about their missionary duties. Secretly Older Oaks was craving to taste his companions spear again and sense Holland’s huge member smashing into his greedy hole. For his part, Older Holland continued to jerk every day while his companion was showering, thinking about getting his oversized meatpipe worked over by Older Oaks. Older Holland was still recovering from having his own bum stretched during his Setting Apart with President Oaks. He couldn’t believe the juxtaposition he was sensing of wanting to be in manage of his companion, but giving way to the pleasure of having his fuck hole stretched by his church leaders and submitting to their will, both identically excited him. As they began to get clad for the day Older Holland sat on the bed witnessing his companion. Photos of his gf back home demonstrated thru his mind, but he couldn’t stop looking at Older Oaks soft, moist lips. His ball-sac ached at the memory of sensing his meatpipe down the back of Older Oaks’ throat. And even tho he knew that he still liked girls, he couldn’t deny that his contact with the Brethren had awakened fresh sexual desires. And having only his forearm to help him the last few weeks, he was ready to pounce on his companion. By the time the dudes are ready to leave, Older Holland determined he was taking charge and concluding the charade they had been playing. “We don’t need to go out today. Come sit next to me.” Older Oaks sits down, jumpy for what his companion has in mind. Older Holland wasted no time to commence degustating Older Oaks tastey lips, delicately smooching his companion. Older Oaks can’t keep his palms off of Older Holland’s engorged spear thru his sundress pants. Down to their garments, Older Holland frees his rock-hard bulge from his lingerie and Oaks eyes practically light up with enthusiasm and fantasy to get it into his mouth. But wanting to demonstrate his regret for how he handled his companion last time, Older Holland has another idea in mind. He eliminates Older Oaks’ garments, delicately lays him back, and spurts to his knees. “I desired to say I was sorry…” Looking directly into his companion’s eyes, he opens his hatch and commences to leisurely drink Older Oaks’ turgid dick. This was definitely going to be a much nicer way to spend the day…
Things had been uncomfortable inbetween Older Holland and Older Oaks since their last encounter. After getting caught pleasing one another by President Nelson, Older Holland received some rough discipline. His companion on the other hand, was “spared the rod” being the son of President Oaks. Older Holland exacted his vengeance on Older Oaks’ taut bum and steamy mouth, without mercy screwing him, using him as his personal fuck plaything until he was sated he had been decently punished. The days that followed were packed with angst and sexual disappointment as the dudes went about their missionary duties. Secretly Older Oaks was craving to taste his companions spear again and sense Holland’s huge member smashing into his greedy hole. For his part, Older Holland continued to jerk every day while his companion was showering, thinking about getting his oversized meatpipe worked over by Older Oaks. Older Holland was still recovering from having his own bum stretched during his Setting Apart with President Oaks. He couldn’t believe the juxtaposition he was sensing of wanting to be in manage of his companion, but giving way to the pleasure of having his fuck hole stretched by his church leaders and submitting to their will, both identically excited him. As they began to get clad for the day Older Holland sat on the bed witnessing his companion. Photos of his gf back home demonstrated thru his mind, but he couldn’t stop looking at Older Oaks soft, moist lips. His ball-sac ached at the memory of sensing his meatpipe down the back of Older Oaks’ throat. And even tho he knew that he still liked girls, he couldn’t deny that his contact with the Brethren had awakened fresh sexual desires. And having only his forearm to help him the last few weeks, he was ready to pounce on his companion. By the time the dudes are ready to leave, Older Holland determined he was taking charge and concluding the charade they had been playing. “We don’t need to go out today. Come sit next to me.” Older Oaks sits down, jumpy for what his companion has in mind. Older Holland wasted no time to commence degustating Older Oaks tastey lips, delicately smooching his companion. Older Oaks can’t keep his palms off of Older Holland’s engorged spear thru his sundress pants. Down to their garments, Older Holland frees his rock-hard bulge from his lingerie and Oaks eyes practically light up with enthusiasm and fantasy to get it into his mouth. But wanting to demonstrate his regret for how he handled his companion last time, Older Holland has another idea in mind. He eliminates Older Oaks’ garments, delicately lays him back, and spurts to his knees. “I desired to say I was sorry…” Looking directly into his companion’s eyes, he opens his hatch and commences to leisurely drink Older Oaks’ turgid dick. This was definitely going to be a much nicer way to spend the day…
Added: 2016-11-28 • Views: 18 • Duration: 19:47
