By now, my other hand was steadily sliding up and down my own stiffy. My mind was wandering back to the time my teen buddy and I blew each other to climax. I followed that with another shot, even bigger, and it splatted against my tongue and the first shot. Read 16665 times |
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As I walked into the bathroom I got a good view of my semi-erect cock in the mirror, and thought that even if someone else doesn’t appreciate that pole, I do. And about a quarter of his pictures are cumshots, of all types: ropes hanging off his head, puddles down the side, pools on his stomach, you name it. That was it for me, I closed my eyes, gave my own cock four or five intense strokes, cried “ahhhhgg” and pumped my load out into my own hand.
