No Free-for-all Rides: Michael DelRay Turns the Tables on Creeper Pierce Paris
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Soiree dude 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 clothed in his bony jeans, navy-blue sweater and dress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning super-steamy desert sun bashes down on him. Luckily, a super-steamy handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael expanded out along the side of the road. This Excellent Samaritan seems as tho' he has all the finest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the elder telling ‘no one rails for free’ is undoubtedly the case here. Pierce heads from zero to creepy in Sixty-nine 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 unclothes his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve most likely been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, gobbling and gazing out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded super-steamy tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then trusses a lengthy red cable from Michael’s bound wrists to the hitch of the car. Leaping in the driver’s seat, Pierce unclothes down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog thru the super-steamy desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, grabs the rope, trusses Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty dress boots to unveil the size 9.5 sweat-soaked feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he deviants on Michael, unbuckling his trousers and taking out Michael’s ginormous dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns throating Michael’s ginormous rock hard pink cigar and gobbling inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he unleashes his own thick dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He jiggles his way out of the leather restraints and spins the tables on Pierce. He grabs the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his ginormous pink cigar in Pierce’s cock-squeezing hole, fucking him raw. Surprise turns to gusto as Pierce realizes he hit the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams stretched so his slot gets fucked even deeper. As Michael dicks him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizz all over Pierce’s thick pink cigar and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more penetrate shit! Got it?!?” Michael squeals at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a little bitch, hops in the driver’s seat and unclothes toward the de-robe to droplet Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Soiree dude 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 clothed in his bony jeans, navy-blue sweater and dress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning super-steamy desert sun bashes down on him. Luckily, a super-steamy handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael expanded out along the side of the road. This Excellent Samaritan seems as tho' he has all the finest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the elder telling ‘no one rails for free’ is undoubtedly the case here. Pierce heads from zero to creepy in Sixty-nine 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 unclothes his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve most likely been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, gobbling and gazing out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded super-steamy tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then trusses a lengthy red cable from Michael’s bound wrists to the hitch of the car. Leaping in the driver’s seat, Pierce unclothes down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog thru the super-steamy desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, grabs the rope, trusses Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty dress boots to unveil the size 9.5 sweat-soaked feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he deviants on Michael, unbuckling his trousers and taking out Michael’s ginormous dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns throating Michael’s ginormous rock hard pink cigar and gobbling inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he unleashes his own thick dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He jiggles his way out of the leather restraints and spins the tables on Pierce. He grabs the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his ginormous pink cigar in Pierce’s cock-squeezing hole, fucking him raw. Surprise turns to gusto as Pierce realizes he hit the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams stretched so his slot gets fucked even deeper. As Michael dicks him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizz all over Pierce’s thick pink cigar and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more penetrate shit! Got it?!?” Michael squeals at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a little bitch, hops in the driver’s seat and unclothes toward the de-robe to droplet Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Added: 2024-06-25 • Views: 8 • Duration: 37:14
Categories: Bareback, BDSM, Big Dick, Blowjob, Leather, Outdoors • Models: Pierce Paris, Michael Delray
