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Wildest Positions looked down at his shirt as he pulled it out of his pants. He’d taken great care to keep it neatly tucked and pressed, only to now be unexpectedly stripping down. Bishop Hart sat a couple feet away, watching him. The older man had asked him a series of probing questions about his sexuality. It wasn’t unexpected to be asked about pornography or masturbation, but Hart’s questions seemed more directed and focused than usual. They weren’t just about sex or thoughts of sex. They were about men. Specifically attraction to men. Wildest Positions knew the seriousness of the accusation and was quick to deny everything. Simply having those thoughts could get a boy sent home and ruin his future. When Bishop Hart asked if he’d be willing to prove his claim, he quickly and blindly said yes--having no idea what the test would be. And just like that, he was told to strip down. Down to his garments. Wildest Positions did as he was told, scared to of the alternative consequences. Especially given what he admitted to. He was honest about having been shown porn--even that it was gay porn--and that it had an affect on him. But he’d been telling himself for so long that it wasn’t his fault. He knew his body got erections seemingly randomly, at almost anything. This little inconvenience of nature did provide him with some comfort: he never had to really consider that he might be gay. He could continue lie to himself and say that it wasn’t the men who turned him on, it was just another unfortunately timed boner. But even with that defense, he could tell the occurrences were happening more and more around the same stimuli: sexual thoughts towards a handsome man. As he removed his pants, he felt the familiar stirring in his genitals that he’d felt during the porn. His body was reacting again. And yet again, the only thing around him was a handsome, well-dressed, older man sitting beside him. And Bishop Hart could tell his presence was powerful. “Take a seat,” Hart said, watching Wildest Positions finish put away the last of his clothing. He was stripped down to just his garment shirt and shorts. He kept his arms in front of his body, as if subconsciously trying to hide his nakedness. Or was he hiding something else? Bishop Hart took his hand and placed on the inside of Positions's thigh. He kept it there for a second, looking into the boy’s evasive eyes. The missionary seemed to want to look anywhere but at the bishop. He feared that he might see through his protestations and into his deepest, darkest thoughts. This tactic was useless, however, as a slight rise appeared in the boy’s shorts. Hart only needed to glace for a second to see it, and that settled everything for him right then and there. But he wanted to see just how far the boy could be pushed before he admitted it to himself. Before he submitted to Hart and to his own desires. He moved his hand up the boy’s thigh, slowly, inching closer and closer toward his genitals. “Does this make you aroused?” Hart asked. “No!” Positions replied, still firm in his rejection. But now, his tone was different. Lighter, breathier. It seemed that the contact with the older man’s hand stirred up feelings so deep that he began to breathe harder, making every exhale release with an audible sound… almost a moan. Bishop Hart smiled. He’d barely even touched the boy and already he was practically panting. “I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” His hand moved further upward, closing in on the bottom of the leg of his garment shorts. His hand stopped when it reached the opening, sending Positions’s heart into a thunderous roll. The older man moved his finger playfully under the fabric, slipping just onto the previously protected flesh of his leg, just barely grazing into his private zone. It was enough to shoot the boy’s erection to full tumsence. Wildest Positions closed his eyes for a moment, embarrassed by the state of his penis. He heard no reaction from Bishop Hart, who continued to seem completely cool and collected. Positions opened his eyes and made contact with Hart’s. They were like hazel pools of tiny crystals. They had a sparkle to them that nearly him. His lips curled at the corners, giving him an ever present rakish appearance. His square jawline helped define his masculine chin. Positions didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but find himself completely and utterly attracted to him. A fact that only snowballed his arousal, leading him into a physiological response that made him even more vulnerable and exposed. Hart stood up and moved behind Positions’s chair. He told the boy to remove his garment shirt while he retrieved a white rope and a bottle of oil from a nearby table. As soon as Positions placed his sheer top on the floor, Hart gently took both his wrists and brought them together behind him. “What’s going on?” he asked, worried. “It’s all right,” Hart replied calmingly. “I’ve got you.” A lump rose in the boy’s throat that he swallowed down nervously. He could feel the soft rope thread around his hands, knotting him into complete submission. Bishop Hart then returned to his chair and observed the restrained missionary. He took a hand and rubbed his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his body as his heart raced beneath. His touch drew upward to his neck, then back down toward his genitals, ending back on the boy’s thigh where he’d first brought him to arousal. This time, however, his hand moved back upward, under the leg of his shorts and into his crotch. His fingers followed the path right to the boy’s swelling testicles, tickling them gently and stroking at the base of the boy’s shaft. Wildest Positions’s moans continued, no longer just the acoustic tenor of his excited breaths, but now a direct response to each of Bishop Hart’s carefully executed teases. Hart pulled off the boy’s shorts, stripping him of his last bit of cover, leaving him exposed, aroused, and completely at his mercy. He picked up the oil and poured a few drops onto his palms. Taking a hand onto the boy’s bare cock, he slowly stroked him downward, letting the glistening liquid fall down to his balls. The touch was so slow and so pleasurable, it was nearly excruciating for Wildest Positions to bear. His whole body shook in response, making his face flush, mouth water, and toes curl. Unable to break free of his restraints, all he could do was beg. “Please… stop…” “It seems like you like this,” Bishop Hart responded, looking at the rock hard cock he held in his hands as his proof. “I--I can’t control that.” Bishop Hart leaned in, stroking him more, slowly and softly. He whispered to him, “You don’t have to keep telling me what I want to hear.” Bishop Hart looked at him long. They studied each other’s expression for a moment, and then a strange look came over the boy’s sweet, youthful face. Positions didn’t know what to think, but he got the sense from Bishop Hart’s bright, hazel eyes that he truly didn’t have to put on an act. He didn’t have to fight it. He let go of his denial and found comfort in his resignation. He let out a deep moan as his cock pulsed in the handsome man’s slick hands, feeling his body ready itself for a massive ejaculation. Bishop Hart continued to stroke him, sensing the power exchange that had just occurred. Wildest Positions had completely submitted to him in that moment, and everything from here on out would be in his control. Looks like the Brethren have just found their newest recruit...
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Masonic Boys - Apprentice Devall Volume 3 - Ordination Robersonville
Release Year: 2026
Studio: Carnal Plus
Cast: Dex Devall, Reece Scott
Genres: anal, bareback, blowjob, crossgeneration, cumshots, gay, oral, porn, sex
As I stood in front of the mirror making sure my tie-knot was just so, I realized that my stomach was fluttering, filled to the brim with butterflies of excitement. Today was my ordination. My apprenticeship was about to end and I was on the cusp of starting a new chapter in my life. At times, my training has been brutal beyond words. The very fact that I’m still here and still standing, however, is something which makes me incredibly proud. I have been pushed to the very limits both physically and mentally, but every challenge has made me stronger, and, as I become a man, I do so knowing exactly what a man should be. Master Scott had been selected to oversee the ceremony. To be honest, I’d always been a little wary of him. He was, after all, the man who disciplined me about a year ago, which was, without doubt, one of my most challenging encounters since arriving here. There was a glee with which he seemed to mete out my punishment and a subsequent aloofness which I found a little hard to deal with, particularly as, at the time, I had no idea what I’d even done wrong. In retrospect, I realize that the episode was very much a test of my strength and resolve, one which enabled me to finally understand that obedience, discipline and blind submission were the skills I needed, not just to pay lip service to, but to fully master. So, though it was hard to walk into the room and see Master Scott sitting there, immaculately turned out in his beautiful white suit, his presence at this crucial, solemn and sacred moment was probably something I should have found very encouraging indeed. It was vindication; an acknowledgement that I’d turned my life around. He immediately instructed me to remove my tie and I instantly did as told. The room was silent. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears, and the scratch and rustle of the tie loosening was suddenly almost deafening. I took my time undressing, shooting little suggestive glances at him as I undid my shirt. I felt a rush of pride and great pleasure when he reached out and began to squeeze my knee. As I pulled my shirt apart, he began to rub the palm of his hand over my chest. I stared into his ice-blue eyes, suddenly entranced, almost , my penis rock hard in my pants and desperate to escape. His face registered respect. He’d shown me nothing of the sort before. This new dynamic was electrifying. I found my face being drawn towards his by some invisible force. We are not permitted to instigate a sexual act and any attempt to do so would be met with rebuttal and punishment, and yet I somehow knew, in that moment, that today would be different. I knew that if I made an overture, he would respond positively. And sure enough, as my lips drifted towards him, his face softened, and he leaned in... It was mind-blowing. Utterly mind-blowing. The act of kissing shouldn’t have seemed so intimate, so loaded, so extraordinarily profound, but I knew that I was kissing Master Scott as an equal, that we were making out for pleasure and not as part of a ritual or a ceremony. His lips were so soft. His beautiful, steel-grey mustache tickled my nose and bristled against my upper lip in a way which made me shudder with delight. My body immediately began to vibrate with desire for him. He helped me out of my shirt and we continued to kiss with such tenderness that I could barely catch my breath. I felt his hand between my legs, massaging the bulge in my suit pants, and realized that jets of pre-cum were soaking into the dark fabric. He began to undo my belt - respectfully, gently and unhurriedly. I genuinely felt as though he were seducing me, waiting for my silent permission to move on from every stage. I dared to move my hand to his groin, hearing myself letting out an awe-filled gasp as I felt the warm, throbbing, giant bulge down there. Everything about this encounter was different; sensual, loving and yet filled with passion and desire. He thrust his hand into my underpants and began to touch my penis as we kissed. He pushed my pants down and parted my legs as we continued to make out. Then he stood up to remove his jacket. The bulge in his immaculately-pressed, white suit pants was both immense and extraordinarily exciting. He sat back down again to unbutton his shirt and remove his tie, never once taking his eyes off me, staring at me with such intensity I could barely hold his gaze. Then he stood again and removed his pants. I froze for a moment, marveling at the beautiful beast tenting in his semi-transparent underwear. I knew I had to kiss it, and leaned forward to do just that, nuzzling at it and teasing it until he pushed down his underpants and exposed it to the world. At that moment, I began to run my hungry tongue up and down its impressive shaft. It smelled amazing. It tasted wonderful. As I began to rub it and suck it, I found myself grinning with joy at the thought that this handsome, impressive, powerful man was finding pleasure in me. He wanted me. He pushed me onto the couch, pulling down my underpants and exposing my ass, immediately setting to work on it with his tongue which seemed to find its way into every nook and cranny down there, filling me with rush after rush of lustful excitement and causing my hole to open up for him. After a few minutes of pure bliss, he knelt behind me and started to slide his huge daddy dick into my hole. The sensation made me go almost cross-eyed. My body began to oscillate wildly between intense heat and freezing cold. The thought that he was inside me and that we were unified as a single entity was beyond extraordinary. Any discomfort immediately migrated to pure pleasure. We hit a rhythm, a stunning rhythm, and, as he thrust in and out of me, my dick rubbed against the sheepskin rug underneath, sending waves of immense carnal pleasure surging through me. I did not know it was possible to want someone as much as I wanted Master Scott at that moment. It was an all-encompassing sensation of need for him. He could have climbed into me, into my skin, into my body, and it wouldn’t have been enough. He rolled me onto my side and continued to make love to me, kissing me tenderly and repeatedly, making sure I felt protected, cared for and desired. He smiled as he pounded me, wrapping his body around me so every last part of us was making contact. Then he knelt up and started to go much harder. I could tell he was getting close, winding his way up to the inevitable release. I knew, for my part, that I wanted him to shoot inside me. It felt right - and romantic - that I should be blessed with his seed. And then he came into me, emptying his balls, sealing the deal and making me his while simultaneously welcoming me, not just into the order, but into manhood.
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Stretched Submission South Bound Brook
今ドキ裏原系迅平男子2度目の衝撃×感度S級ガチ生中出し! 光也もエロも更に進化した碧斗は拓央の虜! 無限大の拓希が解き放たれた郁介作目! 感じ出したら止まらない!理性が吹っ飛ぶほどエロい!
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Locked Submission Night El Indio
下から突かれながら気持ち良く発射!! 最後はふたりから烈弥をたっぷり顔面にかけられ、 どろどろな純也に吸い付き最後の一滴まで搾り取る。 鼻に抜ける圭斗臭は最高のご褒美!!
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Wildest Positions looked down at his shirt as he pulled it out of his pants. He’d taken great care to keep it neatly tucked and pressed, only to now be unexpectedly stripping down. Bishop Hart sat a couple feet away, watching him. The older man had asked him a series of probing questions about his sexuality. It wasn’t unexpected to be asked about pornography or masturbation, but Hart’s questions seemed more directed and focused than usual. They weren’t just about sex or thoughts of sex. They were about men. Specifically attraction to men. Wildest Positions knew the seriousness of the accusation and was quick to deny everything. Simply having those thoughts could get a boy sent home and ruin his future. When Bishop Hart asked if he’d be willing to prove his claim, he quickly and blindly said yes--having no idea what the test would be. And just like that, he was told to strip down. Down to his garments. Wildest Positions did as he was told, scared to of the alternative consequences. Especially given what he admitted to. He was honest about having been shown porn--even that it was gay porn--and that it had an affect on him. But he’d been telling himself for so long that it wasn’t his fault. He knew his body got erections seemingly randomly, at almost anything. This little inconvenience of nature did provide him with some comfort: he never had to really consider that he might be gay. He could continue lie to himself and say that it wasn’t the men who turned him on, it was just another unfortunately timed boner. But even with that defense, he could tell the occurrences were happening more and more around the same stimuli: sexual thoughts towards a handsome man. As he removed his pants, he felt the familiar stirring in his genitals that he’d felt during the porn. His body was reacting again. And yet again, the only thing around him was a handsome, well-dressed, older man sitting beside him. And Bishop Hart could tell his presence was powerful. “Take a seat,” Hart said, watching Wildest Positions finish put away the last of his clothing. He was stripped down to just his garment shirt and shorts. He kept his arms in front of his body, as if subconsciously trying to hide his nakedness. Or was he hiding something else? Bishop Hart took his hand and placed on the inside of Positions's thigh. He kept it there for a second, looking into the boy’s evasive eyes. The missionary seemed to want to look anywhere but at the bishop. He feared that he might see through his protestations and into his deepest, darkest thoughts. This tactic was useless, however, as a slight rise appeared in the boy’s shorts. Hart only needed to glace for a second to see it, and that settled everything for him right then and there. But he wanted to see just how far the boy could be pushed before he admitted it to himself. Before he submitted to Hart and to his own desires. He moved his hand up the boy’s thigh, slowly, inching closer and closer toward his genitals. “Does this make you aroused?” Hart asked. “No!” Positions replied, still firm in his rejection. But now, his tone was different. Lighter, breathier. It seemed that the contact with the older man’s hand stirred up feelings so deep that he began to breathe harder, making every exhale release with an audible sound… almost a moan. Bishop Hart smiled. He’d barely even touched the boy and already he was practically panting. “I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” His hand moved further upward, closing in on the bottom of the leg of his garment shorts. His hand stopped when it reached the opening, sending Positions’s heart into a thunderous roll. The older man moved his finger playfully under the fabric, slipping just onto the previously protected flesh of his leg, just barely grazing into his private zone. It was enough to shoot the boy’s erection to full tumsence. Wildest Positions closed his eyes for a moment, embarrassed by the state of his penis. He heard no reaction from Bishop Hart, who continued to seem completely cool and collected. Positions opened his eyes and made contact with Hart’s. They were like hazel pools of tiny crystals. They had a sparkle to them that nearly him. His lips curled at the corners, giving him an ever present rakish appearance. His square jawline helped define his masculine chin. Positions didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but find himself completely and utterly attracted to him. A fact that only snowballed his arousal, leading him into a physiological response that made him even more vulnerable and exposed. Hart stood up and moved behind Positions’s chair. He told the boy to remove his garment shirt while he retrieved a white rope and a bottle of oil from a nearby table. As soon as Positions placed his sheer top on the floor, Hart gently took both his wrists and brought them together behind him. “What’s going on?” he asked, worried. “It’s all right,” Hart replied calmingly. “I’ve got you.” A lump rose in the boy’s throat that he swallowed down nervously. He could feel the soft rope thread around his hands, knotting him into complete submission. Bishop Hart then returned to his chair and observed the restrained missionary. He took a hand and rubbed his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his body as his heart raced beneath. His touch drew upward to his neck, then back down toward his genitals, ending back on the boy’s thigh where he’d first brought him to arousal. This time, however, his hand moved back upward, under the leg of his shorts and into his crotch. His fingers followed the path right to the boy’s swelling testicles, tickling them gently and stroking at the base of the boy’s shaft. Wildest Positions’s moans continued, no longer just the acoustic tenor of his excited breaths, but now a direct response to each of Bishop Hart’s carefully executed teases. Hart pulled off the boy’s shorts, stripping him of his last bit of cover, leaving him exposed, aroused, and completely at his mercy. He picked up the oil and poured a few drops onto his palms. Taking a hand onto the boy’s bare cock, he slowly stroked him downward, letting the glistening liquid fall down to his balls. The touch was so slow and so pleasurable, it was nearly excruciating for Wildest Positions to bear. His whole body shook in response, making his face flush, mouth water, and toes curl. Unable to break free of his restraints, all he could do was beg. “Please… stop…” “It seems like you like this,” Bishop Hart responded, looking at the rock hard cock he held in his hands as his proof. “I--I can’t control that.” Bishop Hart leaned in, stroking him more, slowly and softly. He whispered to him, “You don’t have to keep telling me what I want to hear.” Bishop Hart looked at him long. They studied each other’s expression for a moment, and then a strange look came over the boy’s sweet, youthful face. Positions didn’t know what to think, but he got the sense from Bishop Hart’s bright, hazel eyes that he truly didn’t have to put on an act. He didn’t have to fight it. He let go of his denial and found comfort in his resignation. He let out a deep moan as his cock pulsed in the handsome man’s slick hands, feeling his body ready itself for a massive ejaculation. Bishop Hart continued to stroke him, sensing the power exchange that had just occurred. Wildest Positions had completely submitted to him in that moment, and everything from here on out would be in his control. Looks like the Brethren have just found their newest recruit...
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Duration: 27:53
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Masonic Boys - Apprentice Devall Volume 3 - Ordination Robersonville
Release Year: 2026
Studio: Carnal Plus
Cast: Dex Devall, Reece Scott
Genres: anal, bareback, blowjob, crossgeneration, cumshots, gay, oral, porn, sex
As I stood in front of the mirror making sure my tie-knot was just so, I realized that my stomach was fluttering, filled to the brim with butterflies of excitement. Today was my ordination. My apprenticeship was about to end and I was on the cusp of starting a new chapter in my life. At times, my training has been brutal beyond words. The very fact that I’m still here and still standing, however, is something which makes me incredibly proud. I have been pushed to the very limits both physically and mentally, but every challenge has made me stronger, and, as I become a man, I do so knowing exactly what a man should be. Master Scott had been selected to oversee the ceremony. To be honest, I’d always been a little wary of him. He was, after all, the man who disciplined me about a year ago, which was, without doubt, one of my most challenging encounters since arriving here. There was a glee with which he seemed to mete out my punishment and a subsequent aloofness which I found a little hard to deal with, particularly as, at the time, I had no idea what I’d even done wrong. In retrospect, I realize that the episode was very much a test of my strength and resolve, one which enabled me to finally understand that obedience, discipline and blind submission were the skills I needed, not just to pay lip service to, but to fully master. So, though it was hard to walk into the room and see Master Scott sitting there, immaculately turned out in his beautiful white suit, his presence at this crucial, solemn and sacred moment was probably something I should have found very encouraging indeed. It was vindication; an acknowledgement that I’d turned my life around. He immediately instructed me to remove my tie and I instantly did as told. The room was silent. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears, and the scratch and rustle of the tie loosening was suddenly almost deafening. I took my time undressing, shooting little suggestive glances at him as I undid my shirt. I felt a rush of pride and great pleasure when he reached out and began to squeeze my knee. As I pulled my shirt apart, he began to rub the palm of his hand over my chest. I stared into his ice-blue eyes, suddenly entranced, almost , my penis rock hard in my pants and desperate to escape. His face registered respect. He’d shown me nothing of the sort before. This new dynamic was electrifying. I found my face being drawn towards his by some invisible force. We are not permitted to instigate a sexual act and any attempt to do so would be met with rebuttal and punishment, and yet I somehow knew, in that moment, that today would be different. I knew that if I made an overture, he would respond positively. And sure enough, as my lips drifted towards him, his face softened, and he leaned in... It was mind-blowing. Utterly mind-blowing. The act of kissing shouldn’t have seemed so intimate, so loaded, so extraordinarily profound, but I knew that I was kissing Master Scott as an equal, that we were making out for pleasure and not as part of a ritual or a ceremony. His lips were so soft. His beautiful, steel-grey mustache tickled my nose and bristled against my upper lip in a way which made me shudder with delight. My body immediately began to vibrate with desire for him. He helped me out of my shirt and we continued to kiss with such tenderness that I could barely catch my breath. I felt his hand between my legs, massaging the bulge in my suit pants, and realized that jets of pre-cum were soaking into the dark fabric. He began to undo my belt - respectfully, gently and unhurriedly. I genuinely felt as though he were seducing me, waiting for my silent permission to move on from every stage. I dared to move my hand to his groin, hearing myself letting out an awe-filled gasp as I felt the warm, throbbing, giant bulge down there. Everything about this encounter was different; sensual, loving and yet filled with passion and desire. He thrust his hand into my underpants and began to touch my penis as we kissed. He pushed my pants down and parted my legs as we continued to make out. Then he stood up to remove his jacket. The bulge in his immaculately-pressed, white suit pants was both immense and extraordinarily exciting. He sat back down again to unbutton his shirt and remove his tie, never once taking his eyes off me, staring at me with such intensity I could barely hold his gaze. Then he stood again and removed his pants. I froze for a moment, marveling at the beautiful beast tenting in his semi-transparent underwear. I knew I had to kiss it, and leaned forward to do just that, nuzzling at it and teasing it until he pushed down his underpants and exposed it to the world. At that moment, I began to run my hungry tongue up and down its impressive shaft. It smelled amazing. It tasted wonderful. As I began to rub it and suck it, I found myself grinning with joy at the thought that this handsome, impressive, powerful man was finding pleasure in me. He wanted me. He pushed me onto the couch, pulling down my underpants and exposing my ass, immediately setting to work on it with his tongue which seemed to find its way into every nook and cranny down there, filling me with rush after rush of lustful excitement and causing my hole to open up for him. After a few minutes of pure bliss, he knelt behind me and started to slide his huge daddy dick into my hole. The sensation made me go almost cross-eyed. My body began to oscillate wildly between intense heat and freezing cold. The thought that he was inside me and that we were unified as a single entity was beyond extraordinary. Any discomfort immediately migrated to pure pleasure. We hit a rhythm, a stunning rhythm, and, as he thrust in and out of me, my dick rubbed against the sheepskin rug underneath, sending waves of immense carnal pleasure surging through me. I did not know it was possible to want someone as much as I wanted Master Scott at that moment. It was an all-encompassing sensation of need for him. He could have climbed into me, into my skin, into my body, and it wouldn’t have been enough. He rolled me onto my side and continued to make love to me, kissing me tenderly and repeatedly, making sure I felt protected, cared for and desired. He smiled as he pounded me, wrapping his body around me so every last part of us was making contact. Then he knelt up and started to go much harder. I could tell he was getting close, winding his way up to the inevitable release. I knew, for my part, that I wanted him to shoot inside me. It felt right - and romantic - that I should be blessed with his seed. And then he came into me, emptying his balls, sealing the deal and making me his while simultaneously welcoming me, not just into the order, but into manhood.
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Stretched Submission South Bound Brook
今ドキ裏原系迅平男子2度目の衝撃×感度S級ガチ生中出し! 光也もエロも更に進化した碧斗は拓央の虜! 無限大の拓希が解き放たれた郁介作目! 感じ出したら止まらない!理性が吹っ飛ぶほどエロい!
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Locked Submission Night El Indio
下から突かれながら気持ち良く発射!! 最後はふたりから烈弥をたっぷり顔面にかけられ、 どろどろな純也に吸い付き最後の一滴まで搾り取る。 鼻に抜ける圭斗臭は最高のご褒美!!
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Duration: 19:25
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File size: 1.2 GB
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Bryanknight Donteoxun Anthonygrey Nadeau
Video language: English
A band of young buddies on holiday in the south have sex without any reserve pleasure and sex without condoms are their main occupations submission and shaving of sasha which will swallow the seed of all these friends 4 clair production load enterprises blue lagoon entertainment all worlds video .
Format: mp4
Duration: 39:10
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4875kbps
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File size: 1.4 GB
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