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Enforcement – Surveillance – Part 4

The robe had slipped open a little more with his rhythmic movement, just enough to reveal the fleshy pink sack of Cline’s scrotum sagging in the heat between his hairy thighs, the skin wrinkled and leading down to large smoother orbs hanging low. The start of his tumescent meat rose up from the creased sack like a pink pipe in his hand.

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Country Cock – The Milk Shed – Part 7

“If it wasn’t for the growing need to cum I could have happily sat there for hours, just talking and playing with our dicks, the sun peeking out from behind white clouds to dance over our bodies while the slight breeze whispered through the thick circle of trees and bushes around our secret little space.”

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