I Can Dry Your Shirt, But Your Underwear Will Get Wet, Papi

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It's not every day I get to crash with a fellow like this one. Sure, I made him droplet his water all over his shirt, but he didn't seem to mind, so why not use that to my advantage? I have a washing machine and a supreme preposition to glance at his abs. I didn't know that even his trousers got wet, but I was taking all the luck I could get. His undergarments seemed dry, but I had to caress it to be sure. I pulled him closer to me and put a hand on his ass. He let me move leisurely until I could feel how rock-hard his manhood was. We had some time before his clothes were ready, so if we needed something to keep ourselves busy, why not entertain his gullet with my cock? His tongue sensed finer than anything I've ever experienced. He moved it around my dick, thoroughly and slowly, reveling every 2nd of it. I had to come back the favor, so I pressed him against the wall, and when he prayed me to bang the poop out of him, I did. I didn't hold back. I put my entire man sausage inwards his arse and boned him as rock-hard as I could until I filled him up with my milk. Next time, I'm sure I won't need water to make him take his clothes off for me.