No Free Rides: Michael DelRay Turns the Tables on Creeper Pierce Paris
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Party fellow 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 sundress shoes, Michael barely stirs as the early morning hot desert sun bashes down on him. Luckily, a hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and snoops Michael splayed out along the side of the road. This Great Samaritan seems as tho' he has all the hottest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the elderly telling ‘no one rails for free’ is definitely 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. First-ever Pierce disrobes his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve very likely been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, munching and staring out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then ties a long red string from Michael’s bound wrists to the hitch of the car. Hopping in the driver’s seat, Pierce disrobes down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog through the hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, captures the rope, trusses Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty sundress boots to expose 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 big dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns inhaling Michael’s big rock-hard pecker and munching inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he pulls out his own yam-sized dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He jiggles his way out of the leather restraints and flips the tables on Pierce. He captures the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his big pecker in Pierce’s taut hole, smashing him raw. Surprise turns to gusto as Pierce realizes he strike the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his legs spread so his crevasse gets ravaged even deeper. As Michael spears him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizm all over Pierce’s yam-sized pecker and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more fuck shit! Got it?!?” Michael squeals at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a lil bitch, leaps in the driver’s seat and disrobes toward the de-robe to glob Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Party fellow 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 sundress shoes, Michael barely stirs as the early morning hot desert sun bashes down on him. Luckily, a hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and snoops Michael splayed out along the side of the road. This Great Samaritan seems as tho' he has all the hottest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael briefly realizes that the elderly telling ‘no one rails for free’ is definitely 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. First-ever Pierce disrobes his boots to get a whiff of his socks. “Oh my god, you’ve very likely been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, munching and staring out on Michael’s sweat-soaked feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then ties a long red string from Michael’s bound wrists to the hitch of the car. Hopping in the driver’s seat, Pierce disrobes down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweat-soaked jog through the hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, captures the rope, trusses Michael’s ankles together and eliminates his dusty sundress boots to expose 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 big dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns inhaling Michael’s big rock-hard pecker and munching inbetween his sweat-soaked toes, getting so revved on that he pulls out his own yam-sized dick. As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He jiggles his way out of the leather restraints and flips the tables on Pierce. He captures the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his big pecker in Pierce’s taut hole, smashing him raw. Surprise turns to gusto as Pierce realizes he strike the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his legs spread so his crevasse gets ravaged even deeper. As Michael spears him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jizm all over Pierce’s yam-sized pecker and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more fuck shit! Got it?!?” Michael squeals at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a lil bitch, leaps in the driver’s seat and disrobes toward the de-robe to glob Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Added: 2024-07-05 • Views: 2 • Duration: 37:14
