Grabbing bro by the waist, I plunge my 9” fuck stick into his tite teenage hole. Indian porn Camping Out PT 5
I wake up later in the day—about 3:00 or so to a scorching tent. Back at camp taking a seat at one of the tables, Blankenship walks up with a hot cup of coffee. He loved it rough, and I always pleased. I’ll see ya’s Monday”. Letting out a low groan, and grabbing lil bro by the back of his head, I plunge my whole 9” fuck stick down his throat. The powerful suction and flexing throat muscles of lil bro’s excellent cock sucking skills has me boned up in a matter of seconds. I walk near by him, heading for the quad, and he exclaims—kinda loudly actually, “God damm homie you stink”!. He too was one of the more straighter dudes at camp, but I would do him with half a chance. Johnny now has ‘fallen’ against the wall, with his mouth now fully open in dis-belief, but yet grabbing his own dick and balls. The smell of my unwiped hairy crack smelled like a pig trough. Again, Dustin returns his best Elvis smirk, “Ya—you can feel them slapping against ur balls when he’s fucking you”.
