The chubby man was laying face-down on an old filthy mattress. His office
Brock had ged their deal dramatically. Orchard lost his wallet, his
his shoes to avoid any hat could have alerted Brock Rowley. The
window that was looking down into a narrow yard from where the noises
was fucked silly, unceremoniously on a filthy mattress of a ramshackle
emanated. Cautious, Mike eeping down to see what was going on.
to the invasion, Darrehe pain subsiding and gradually being replaced
golden watch, and his hand phohen the married father of two daughters
by the stronger and younger man gav
by erotic arousal.
Darren was grunting and groaning in sexual ecstasy by now. Being dominated
down otress with an iron grip.
With cat-like moves Mike was gliding along the dark corridor. He had removed
strange was happening. As if his overstretched sphincter was aodating
"You like that, huh?" The giant grunted while his huge 12 inch cut monster
Brock felt another climax approag. He was ready to shoot his cum up into
boner umping the wing man's ass.
trousers were down at his ankles. Despite the huge hand that was c
his mouth, he was gurgling and moaning. Brock Rowley was holding the man
point of urn. Orchard only felt the hand, f him down, pressing
cum. Again, Brock did not stop and tio buck, forth and back.
the quivering ass for a sed time this evening. He was humping the chubby
slightly rougher and then his ass was flooded again with a huge load of hunk
man steadily. His breath did not even accelerate when he reached again, the
doarehouse. His initial horotests were silenced by Brock's
only hoped to get out of this ordeal alive. Then, however, something very
moaning and slapping grew louder now while the Private approached an open
huge hand that covered his mouth. Soon, he had given up all resistand