The Mission President’s eyes were steely as usual. “Oh my God!” screamed James and bucked his hips. It was also probably going to be his first time having sex, and if he’s supposed to take that big fat dick in his little ass then he was going to need all the help he could get. “Will.” Spank. “Whiskey neat. Victor strode casually while James hopped clumsily through the parking garage. It had never been bigger and harder, and James ached for release. He was uncharacteristically sweet and tender on the boy’s nipples, making little circles and taking tender bites of each one. “Turn around.” He commanded, with slightly pinker lips. Victor sauntered over to James and kissed him. “Ah!’ said James again, but this time in a less pained way. Victor leaned over to whisper in his ear; James could feel his hot breath hit his neck, and he found himself getting turned on again today.
