Pierce Paris ,Michael DelRay
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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 skinny jeans, navy-blue sweater and sundress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning super-fucking-hot desert sun hammers down on him. Luckily, a super-fucking-hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael splayed out along the side of the road. This Good Samaritan seems as tho he has all the finest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael shortly realizes that the aged 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 unwraps his footwear 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, slurping and gawping out on Michael’s sweaty feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded super-fucking-hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then ties a lengthy crimson cable from Michael’s trussed wrists to the hitch of the car. Hopping in the driver’s seat, Pierce unwraps down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweaty jog thru the super-fucking-hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, grabs the rope, ties Michael’s ankles together and liquidates his dusty sundress footwear to reveal the size 9.5 sweaty feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he pervs on Michael, unzipping his trousers and taking out Michael’s good-sized dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns sucking Michael’s good-sized stiff manhood and slurping between his sweaty 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 wiggles his way out of the leather restraints and flips the tables on Pierce. He grabs the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his good-sized manhood in Pierce’s taut hole, pulverizing him raw. Surprise turns to delectation as Pierce realizes he hit the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams opened up so his fuck-hole gets boned even deeper. As Michael jizz-shotguns him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jism all over Pierce’s yam-sized manhood and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more smash shit! Got it?!?” Michael moans at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a tiny bitch, leaps in the driver’s seat and unwraps toward the disrobe to spurt 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 skinny jeans, navy-blue sweater and sundress shoes, Michael scarcely stirs as the early morning super-fucking-hot desert sun hammers down on him. Luckily, a super-fucking-hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael splayed out along the side of the road. This Good Samaritan seems as tho he has all the finest intentions when he offers to help, but Michael shortly realizes that the aged 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 unwraps his footwear 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, slurping and gawping out on Michael’s sweaty feet. Then Pierce determines to press his luck with this stranded super-fucking-hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then ties a lengthy crimson cable from Michael’s trussed wrists to the hitch of the car. Hopping in the driver’s seat, Pierce unwraps down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those soles even stinkier. After a sweaty jog thru the super-fucking-hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, grabs the rope, ties Michael’s ankles together and liquidates his dusty sundress footwear to reveal the size 9.5 sweaty feet. “Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he pervs on Michael, unzipping his trousers and taking out Michael’s good-sized dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns sucking Michael’s good-sized stiff manhood and slurping between his sweaty 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 wiggles his way out of the leather restraints and flips the tables on Pierce. He grabs the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and pushes his good-sized manhood in Pierce’s taut hole, pulverizing him raw. Surprise turns to delectation as Pierce realizes he hit the jackpot this time. He’s so revved on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his gams opened up so his fuck-hole gets boned even deeper. As Michael jizz-shotguns him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to jism all over Pierce’s yam-sized manhood and balls. “I board in 32 minutes… no more smash shit! Got it?!?” Michael moans at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the truck like a tiny bitch, leaps in the driver’s seat and unwraps toward the disrobe to spurt Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!
Added: 2025-03-11 • Views: 0 • Duration: 37:14
