No Free-for-all Rides: Michael DelRay Turns the Tables on Creeper Pierce Paris
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Soiree boy Michael DelRay had another one of his infamous Vegas nights, resulting in him passing out on a iron platform in the middle of nowhere. Still dressed in his bony jeans, navy-blue sweater and sundress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning red-hot desert sun beats down on him. Luckily, a red-hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael reamed out along the side of the road. This Great Samaritan seems as however he has all the best intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the senior telling ‘no one rails for free’ is certainly the case here. Pierce heads from zero to creepy in 69 seconds, and Michael realizes if he’s going to make it to his flight out of town, he’s going to have to go along with this psycho’s fuckery. Very first Pierce takes off his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve probably been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, licking and staring out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded red-hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then trusses a lengthy red cable from Michael’s trussed wrists to the hitch of the car. Jumping in the driver’s seat, Pierce takes off down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those feet even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog thru the red-hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, takes hold of the rope, ties Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty sundress boots to unsheathe the size 9.5 sweat-soaked feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he weirdos on Michael, unbuttoning his trousers and taking out Michael’s large dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns sucking Michael’s large firm dick and licking inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he releases his own monstrous dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He wiggles his way out of the leather restraints and spins the tables on Pierce. He takes hold of the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his large dick in Pierce’s cock-squeezing hole, boning him raw. Surprise turns to elation as Pierce realizes he beat the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams opened up so his crevice gets pummeled even deeper. As Michael hard-ons him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizm all over Pierce’s monstrous dick and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more pulverize shit! Got it?!?” Michael yells at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the van like a lil bitch, hops in the driver’s seat and takes off toward the unclothe to droplet Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Soiree boy Michael DelRay had another one of his infamous Vegas nights, resulting in him passing out on a iron platform in the middle of nowhere. Still dressed in his bony jeans, navy-blue sweater and sundress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning red-hot desert sun beats down on him. Luckily, a red-hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael reamed out along the side of the road. This Great Samaritan seems as however he has all the best intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the senior telling ‘no one rails for free’ is certainly the case here. Pierce heads from zero to creepy in 69 seconds, and Michael realizes if he’s going to make it to his flight out of town, he’s going to have to go along with this psycho’s fuckery. Very first Pierce takes off his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve probably been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, licking and staring out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded red-hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then trusses a lengthy red cable from Michael’s trussed wrists to the hitch of the car. Jumping in the driver’s seat, Pierce takes off down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those feet even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog thru the red-hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, takes hold of the rope, ties Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty sundress boots to unsheathe the size 9.5 sweat-soaked feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he weirdos on Michael, unbuttoning his trousers and taking out Michael’s large dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns sucking Michael’s large firm dick and licking inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he releases his own monstrous dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He wiggles his way out of the leather restraints and spins the tables on Pierce. He takes hold of the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his large dick in Pierce’s cock-squeezing hole, boning him raw. Surprise turns to elation as Pierce realizes he beat the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams opened up so his crevice gets pummeled even deeper. As Michael hard-ons him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizm all over Pierce’s monstrous dick and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more pulverize shit! Got it?!?” Michael yells at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the van like a lil bitch, hops in the driver’s seat and takes off toward the unclothe to droplet Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Added: 2025-01-25 • Views: 0 • Duration: 37:14
