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>>20188958
Cass, the faggot boy, skinny like a delicate maiden, his waist dipping in at both sides like this of a young woman, his hips wide enough within the limitations of his slender frame to arouse the instincts of any throbbing cock, sitting his much thirsted after pale, velvet-like smooth bottom on the thick, long cock, more than seven inches in length and tortuously thick like a salame for such a dainty princess to anally devour so voraciously, his legs shaved and suave like a tender schoolgirl, arms as well, and face aimed up, exposing a white neck, while moaning in feminine little exasperated, panting whines and sobs. His legs were close together, not restrained by anything other than his own desire of making his ass tighter for the delights of that cock that invaded his rectum as he controlled the penetration by the voluntary thrusts of his own ass. His cock, bigger than the expected, some good six and a half inches long and decently thick, was harder than ever and starting to leak in the transparent nectar of precum that flowed in the embodiment of an innocent physical response to mind-breaking euphoria, and the glowing, overflowing pleasures of the thick head of that penis massaging and mercilessly pushing against his prostate, an endless expansion of scrumptious tingles and shivers that traveled through his flesh, through his balls and cock even, a greater enticing, exquisite delight than any penile pleasure, while the member inside his ass continued pulsating, enjoying the subservient and dedicated ladylike asshhole that delighted every inch of its constitution with its heat and stimulation.
"Thank you for the delicious cock!" he shouted, exasperated in ecstasy, actually picturing a life of servitude to that member, to feel that pleasure more than once a day, what a delicious premise, wearing feminine lingerie in the humiliation of finding himself on his knees and with a glistening cock covered in warm, sour-smelling spit rubbing against his hungry mouth and submissive face, his neck tugged on by a tight leash.
Perverted hands traveled the sides of his torso enjoying the silky quality of his skin and delighting themselves into gently rubbing, cruelly gripping and teasing his body.

>>19926391
Cass, the faggot boy, skinny like a delicate maiden, his waist dipping in at both sides like this of a young woman, his hips wide enough within the limitations of his slender frame to arouse the instincts of any throbbing cock, sitting his much thirsted after pale, velvet-like smooth bottom on the thick, long cock, more than seven inches in length and tortuously thick like a salame for such a dainty princess to anally devour so voraciously, his legs shaved and suave like a tender schoolgirl, arms as well, and face aimed up, exposing a white neck, while moaning in feminine little exasperated, panting whines and sobs. His legs were close together, not restrained by anything other than his own desire of making his ass tighter for the delights of that cock that invaded his rectum as he controlled the penetration by the voluntary thrusts of his own ass. His cock, bigger than the expected, some good six and a half inches long and decently thick, was harder than ever and starting to leak in the transparent nectar of pre-cum that flowed in the embodiment of an innocent physical response to mind-breaking euphoria, and the glowing, overflowing pleasures of the thick head of that penis massaging and mercilessly pushing against his prostate, an endless expansion of scrumptious tingles and shivers that traveled through his flesh, through his balls and cock even, a greater enticing, exquisite delight than any penile pleasure, while the member inside his ass continued pulsating, enjoying the subservient and dedicated ladylike asshole that delighted every inch of its constitution with its heat and stimulation.
"Thank you for the delicious cock!" he shouted, exasperated in ecstasy, actually picturing a life of servitude to that member, to feel that pleasure more than once a day, what a delicious premise, wearing feminine lingerie in the humiliation of finding himself on his knees and with a glistening cock covered in warm, sour-smelling spit rubbing against his hungry mouth and submissive face, his neck tugged on by a tight leash.

be me

Cass, the faggot boy, skinny like a delicate maiden, his waist dipping in at both sides like this of a young woman, his hips wide enough within the limitations of his slender frame to arouse the instincts of any throbbing cock, sitting his much thirsted after pale, velvet-like smooth bottom on the thick, long cock, more than seven inches in length and tortuously thick like a salame for such a dainty princess to anally devour so voraciously, his legs shaved and suave like a tender schoolgirl, arms as well, and face aimed up, exposing a white neck, while moaning in feminine little exasperated, panting whines and sobs. His legs were close together, not restrained by anything other than his own desire of making his ass tighter for the delights of that cock that invaded his rectum as he controlled the penetration by the voluntary thrusts of his own ass. His cock, bigger than the expected, some good six and a half inches long and decently thick, was harder than ever and starting to leak in the transparent nectar of precum that flowed in the embodiment of an innocent physical response to mind-breaking euphoria, and the glowing, overflowing pleasures of the thick head of that penis massaging and mercilessly pushing against his prostate, an endless expansion of scrumptious tingles and shivers that traveled through his flesh, through his balls and cock even, a greater enticing, exquisite delight than any penile pleasure, while the member inside his ass continued pulsating, enjoying the subservient and dedicated ladylike asshole that delighted every inch of its constitution with its heat and stimulation.
"Thank you for the delicious cock!" he shouted in ecstasy, actually picturing a life of servitude to that member, to feel that pleasure more than once a day, wearing lingerie in the humiliation of being on his knees with a glistening cock covered in warm, sour-smelling spit rubbing against his hungry mouth and submissive face, his neck tugged on by a tight leash.

Blood Meridian

Ordained Limbo

or

Idle Rabid Moon