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It had been several weeks since Mr. Steele commenced providing normal "fittings" to his client-turned-boy-toy, Marcus. The silver-fox tailor kept his end of the deal — he made sure that Marcus looked and felt good in everything he wore. The only cheque he required was that of the twink's lovely little bottom, which the diminutive dude was more than happy to provide with regularity. Mr. Steele's customers come in all shapes and sizes; some tall, others short, and most of them somewhere in the middle. One such man he encountered recently was Adrian; Adrian was a jock with a grin that makes one think of summer sunshine. He was taller than Marcus, with a considerably hairier body, but smaller than Mr. Steele. Then again, Mr. Steele, the tall top that he is, thought most boys were smaller than him. Put any 2 boys to his side and he would always be bigger. Adrian had flirted with the Fox before, but nothing had come of it. Not yet, at least. This particular session, however, Adrian's eyes seemed to remain a bit longer on Mr. Steele. When the tailor fit him, he caught view of his client’s toned form, and felt the jock quiver at his touch, a thought crept into his mind. The silver-fox's thumbs traced down the tee-shirt of the petite bod boy, tracing the outline of his fur-dotted nipples. Fingering the buttons of his white-collared shirt, Steele arched over to press a smooch against Adrian's cheek, and murmured into his ear, "I have a boy, even smaller than you, that also luvs it when I fit him. Perhaps the trio of us could get together..." The trio of them sat in Mr. Steele's bed, excited at the proposition of the threesome. Adrian and Marcus, with the platinum dad's muscular, tattooed arms packaged cock-squeezing around their shoulders, liquidated his velvety briefs. They each sat on either side of their tailor — tonight, they were complying him. Their eats swirled in a three-way kiss, forearms running over one another. When Mr. Steele revved his head, his tongue ran along the underside of Adrian's thin neck, while his other mitt forced Marcus down towards his nether-region. The dude opened broad to accommodate his tailor's considerable size. His head bobbed up and down, and then after an eventual tug at his hair, or a tap on the shoulder, he'd take himself off the shaft and guzzle for air. Adrian penniless the smooch with Mr. Steele and, with a plain glance of instruction, took Marcus's place in gulping the silver-fox's cock. These 2 alternated the duties of servicing the DILF with supreme pleasure. In response, Mr. Steele's good-sized hands, the highly definition of energy and precision, trailed down their flanks and hooked under the bands of each of the boys' underwear. Steele's boys got the signal, and peeled themselves out of their last remaining clothes. Marcus arched. Mr. Steele knelt down beside him and began to rub; first, on the boy's back, and then down to his tight, round caboose cheeks. As much as Steele liked playing with these boys, he desired to make sure the love was opened up evenly. With nearly effortless power, he hiked Adrian up and brought him next to Marcus, thrusting their goes together. That mild nudge was all it took to get them to begin making out madly with each other, eats and lips vacuum-sealed together in passion. The platinum fox sat beside them and massaged each of their pecs, butts, and flanks — he knew just how sensitive each of their bodies are, and he cautiously measured how they fit together. It did not surprise Mr. Steele to observe Adrian take on a more ferocious role with the smaller, more boyish Marcus. Adrian took Marcus to his hairy pit and forced him to bathe in the aroma before arching the lad over. perplexed by desire, Adrian tucked himself in and humped Marcus’ fun-size mercilessly, as if attempting to break him in half. The twink, for his part, whimpered and begged for more. witnessing Marcus folded up like that was exactly the inspiration Mr. Steele needed. After Adrian pulled out, Steele fed his own good-sized trunk into the boy's lil hole. Each shove from the senior man via the walls of Marcus’s guts shot light into the corner of the petite boy’s eyes and lit his synapses on fire. He cried out in ecstasy, but whip out was not yet his. Not until Mr. Steele was done. Mr. Steele laid both of his boys down next to each other on the bed and stood above them, his pendant nut flapping just above their faces. sans the need for instruction, Adrian and Marcus opened their throats wide, and licked the precum dribbling from the platinum fox's dick. Steele liked having his 2 writhing, moaning boys under him. He batted each of their faces and eats with his dick, stroking the thick, wiry staff just above them. Eventually, the view of their bodies, nude and bursting with sensation just for him, drove Mr. Steele to his limit. Steele exploded, his semen coating each of the boys’ faces and chests. Mr. Steele took a step back, and admired his work. He brushed the hair out of their faces, and smooched them both. He lingered near their mouths', and let their choky breaths, ragged with sensation at receiving his DILF milk, wash over his lips…
It had been several weeks since Mr. Steele commenced providing normal "fittings" to his client-turned-boy-toy, Marcus. The silver-fox tailor kept his end of the deal — he made sure that Marcus looked and felt good in everything he wore. The only cheque he required was that of the twink's lovely little bottom, which the diminutive dude was more than happy to provide with regularity. Mr. Steele's customers come in all shapes and sizes; some tall, others short, and most of them somewhere in the middle. One such man he encountered recently was Adrian; Adrian was a jock with a grin that makes one think of summer sunshine. He was taller than Marcus, with a considerably hairier body, but smaller than Mr. Steele. Then again, Mr. Steele, the tall top that he is, thought most boys were smaller than him. Put any 2 boys to his side and he would always be bigger. Adrian had flirted with the Fox before, but nothing had come of it. Not yet, at least. This particular session, however, Adrian's eyes seemed to remain a bit longer on Mr. Steele. When the tailor fit him, he caught view of his client’s toned form, and felt the jock quiver at his touch, a thought crept into his mind. The silver-fox's thumbs traced down the tee-shirt of the petite bod boy, tracing the outline of his fur-dotted nipples. Fingering the buttons of his white-collared shirt, Steele arched over to press a smooch against Adrian's cheek, and murmured into his ear, "I have a boy, even smaller than you, that also luvs it when I fit him. Perhaps the trio of us could get together..." The trio of them sat in Mr. Steele's bed, excited at the proposition of the threesome. Adrian and Marcus, with the platinum dad's muscular, tattooed arms packaged cock-squeezing around their shoulders, liquidated his velvety briefs. They each sat on either side of their tailor — tonight, they were complying him. Their eats swirled in a three-way kiss, forearms running over one another. When Mr. Steele revved his head, his tongue ran along the underside of Adrian's thin neck, while his other mitt forced Marcus down towards his nether-region. The dude opened broad to accommodate his tailor's considerable size. His head bobbed up and down, and then after an eventual tug at his hair, or a tap on the shoulder, he'd take himself off the shaft and guzzle for air. Adrian penniless the smooch with Mr. Steele and, with a plain glance of instruction, took Marcus's place in gulping the silver-fox's cock. These 2 alternated the duties of servicing the DILF with supreme pleasure. In response, Mr. Steele's good-sized hands, the highly definition of energy and precision, trailed down their flanks and hooked under the bands of each of the boys' underwear. Steele's boys got the signal, and peeled themselves out of their last remaining clothes. Marcus arched. Mr. Steele knelt down beside him and began to rub; first, on the boy's back, and then down to his tight, round caboose cheeks. As much as Steele liked playing with these boys, he desired to make sure the love was opened up evenly. With nearly effortless power, he hiked Adrian up and brought him next to Marcus, thrusting their goes together. That mild nudge was all it took to get them to begin making out madly with each other, eats and lips vacuum-sealed together in passion. The platinum fox sat beside them and massaged each of their pecs, butts, and flanks — he knew just how sensitive each of their bodies are, and he cautiously measured how they fit together. It did not surprise Mr. Steele to observe Adrian take on a more ferocious role with the smaller, more boyish Marcus. Adrian took Marcus to his hairy pit and forced him to bathe in the aroma before arching the lad over. perplexed by desire, Adrian tucked himself in and humped Marcus’ fun-size mercilessly, as if attempting to break him in half. The twink, for his part, whimpered and begged for more. witnessing Marcus folded up like that was exactly the inspiration Mr. Steele needed. After Adrian pulled out, Steele fed his own good-sized trunk into the boy's lil hole. Each shove from the senior man via the walls of Marcus’s guts shot light into the corner of the petite boy’s eyes and lit his synapses on fire. He cried out in ecstasy, but whip out was not yet his. Not until Mr. Steele was done. Mr. Steele laid both of his boys down next to each other on the bed and stood above them, his pendant nut flapping just above their faces. sans the need for instruction, Adrian and Marcus opened their throats wide, and licked the precum dribbling from the platinum fox's dick. Steele liked having his 2 writhing, moaning boys under him. He batted each of their faces and eats with his dick, stroking the thick, wiry staff just above them. Eventually, the view of their bodies, nude and bursting with sensation just for him, drove Mr. Steele to his limit. Steele exploded, his semen coating each of the boys’ faces and chests. Mr. Steele took a step back, and admired his work. He brushed the hair out of their faces, and smooched them both. He lingered near their mouths', and let their choky breaths, ragged with sensation at receiving his DILF milk, wash over his lips…
Added: 2024-05-22 • Views: 62 • Duration: 19:11
