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It had been several weeks since Mr. Steele began providing standard "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 sensed good in everything he wore. The only bank check he required was that of the twink's cute lil' bottom, which the diminutive boy 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 dude he encountered recently was Adrian; Adrian was a jock with a smirk that makes one invent 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 studs were smaller than him. Put any 2 studs 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 stay a bit longer on Mr. Steele. When the tailor fit him, he caught glance of his client’s toned form, and sensed the jock tremble at his touch, a thought crept into his mind. The silver-fox's thumbs traced down the tee-shirt of the petite assets boy, tracing the outline of his fur-dotted nipples. finger-banging the buttons of his white-collared shirt, Steele arched over to press a smooch against Adrian's cheek, and whispered into his ear, "I have a boy, even smaller than you, that also enjoys it when I fit him. Perhaps the 3 of us could get together..." The 3 of them sat in Mr. Steele's bed, aroused at the proposition of the threesome. Adrian and Marcus, with the silver dad's muscular, inked arms wrapped taut around their shoulders, eliminated his velvety briefs. They each sat on either side of their tailor — tonight, they were conforming him. Their slurps swirled in a three-way kiss, arms running over one another. When Mr. Steele revved his head, his tongue ran along the underside of Adrian's thin neck, while his other forearm coerced Marcus down toward his nether-region. The boy opened wide 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 swallow for air. Adrian penniless the smooch with Mr. Steele and, with a simple 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 large hands, the highly definition of force 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 guy's back, and then down to his tight, chubby butt cheeks. As much as Steele loved playing with these boys, he wanted to make sure the love was opened up evenly. With almost easy power, he hoisted Adrian up and brought him next to Marcus, pushing their goes together. That gentle nudge was all it took to get them to embark making out uncontrollably with each other, slurps and lips vacuum-sealed together in passion. The silver fox sat beside them and caressed each of their pecs, butts, and flanks — he knew just how delicate each of their figures are, and he cautiously measured how they fit together. It did not surprise Mr. Steele to witness Adrian take on a more violent role with the smaller, more boyish Marcus. Adrian took Marcus to his fur covered pit and coerced him to bathe in the odor before arching the twunk over. dazed by desire, Adrian rammed himself in and nailed 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 large manhood into the guy's tiny hole. Each shovel from the older dude across 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 release was not yet his. Not until Mr. Steele was done. Mr. Steele laid both of his boys down next to each other on the sofa and stood above them, his flappy testicles swaying just above their faces. sans the need for instruction, Adrian and Marcus opened their faceholes wide, and tongued the precum dribbling from the silver fox's dick. Steele loved having his 2 writhing, screaming boys under him. He batted each of their faces and slurps with his dick, draining the thick, wiry staff just above them. Eventually, the glance of their bodies, naked and bursting with pleasure just for him, drove Mr. Steele to his limit. Steele exploded, his jelly adorning 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 breathless breaths, ragged with pleasure at receiving his DILF milk, wash over his lips…
It had been several weeks since Mr. Steele began providing standard "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 sensed good in everything he wore. The only bank check he required was that of the twink's cute lil' bottom, which the diminutive boy 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 dude he encountered recently was Adrian; Adrian was a jock with a smirk that makes one invent 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 studs were smaller than him. Put any 2 studs 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 stay a bit longer on Mr. Steele. When the tailor fit him, he caught glance of his client’s toned form, and sensed the jock tremble at his touch, a thought crept into his mind. The silver-fox's thumbs traced down the tee-shirt of the petite assets boy, tracing the outline of his fur-dotted nipples. finger-banging the buttons of his white-collared shirt, Steele arched over to press a smooch against Adrian's cheek, and whispered into his ear, "I have a boy, even smaller than you, that also enjoys it when I fit him. Perhaps the 3 of us could get together..." The 3 of them sat in Mr. Steele's bed, aroused at the proposition of the threesome. Adrian and Marcus, with the silver dad's muscular, inked arms wrapped taut around their shoulders, eliminated his velvety briefs. They each sat on either side of their tailor — tonight, they were conforming him. Their slurps swirled in a three-way kiss, arms running over one another. When Mr. Steele revved his head, his tongue ran along the underside of Adrian's thin neck, while his other forearm coerced Marcus down toward his nether-region. The boy opened wide 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 swallow for air. Adrian penniless the smooch with Mr. Steele and, with a simple 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 large hands, the highly definition of force 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 guy's back, and then down to his tight, chubby butt cheeks. As much as Steele loved playing with these boys, he wanted to make sure the love was opened up evenly. With almost easy power, he hoisted Adrian up and brought him next to Marcus, pushing their goes together. That gentle nudge was all it took to get them to embark making out uncontrollably with each other, slurps and lips vacuum-sealed together in passion. The silver fox sat beside them and caressed each of their pecs, butts, and flanks — he knew just how delicate each of their figures are, and he cautiously measured how they fit together. It did not surprise Mr. Steele to witness Adrian take on a more violent role with the smaller, more boyish Marcus. Adrian took Marcus to his fur covered pit and coerced him to bathe in the odor before arching the twunk over. dazed by desire, Adrian rammed himself in and nailed 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 large manhood into the guy's tiny hole. Each shovel from the older dude across 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 release was not yet his. Not until Mr. Steele was done. Mr. Steele laid both of his boys down next to each other on the sofa and stood above them, his flappy testicles swaying just above their faces. sans the need for instruction, Adrian and Marcus opened their faceholes wide, and tongued the precum dribbling from the silver fox's dick. Steele loved having his 2 writhing, screaming boys under him. He batted each of their faces and slurps with his dick, draining the thick, wiry staff just above them. Eventually, the glance of their bodies, naked and bursting with pleasure just for him, drove Mr. Steele to his limit. Steele exploded, his jelly adorning 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 breathless breaths, ragged with pleasure at receiving his DILF milk, wash over his lips…
Added: 2024-03-12 • Views: 18 • Duration: 19:11
