Mike Monroe and Daddee Does It

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I can't have sex. Every time I try, no matter if it's with a fellow or a girl, I get so anxious that I can't get my man meat hard. I ultimately got heavy-breathing of not being able to fuck, so I went to the doctor. I told him everything, including how I can't even jerk off because when I fondle myself, I think about all my failures and can't get it up. He asked me to jerk in front of him so he could assess the situation, so I did. I touched my cock, leisurely moving my arm up and down. It sensed good, but also weird. Then, he desired to know if I would respond the same way if someone did it for me, so he fondled my jizz-shotgun firmer and quicker. It sensed way nicer with his hands. The experiment was working, but it was not enough. Finally, he asked me to bend over, and he shoveled his arm inside my donk before slipping his man meat in. His man-meat was so rigid and large that I was ultimately commencing to feel something. I was revved on! Now that I had started, I couldn't stop. I desired him to pulverize me and destroy my asshole. I desired to unload all the jizz I'd been saving all over his office. I well-deserved to leave that health center shaking, and sans being able to walk, and I was going to.