おなまえ
Ｅメール
タイトル
コメント > “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
ＵＲＬ
削除キー	(記事を削除時に使用。英数字で8文字以内)
投稿キー	（投稿時 を入力してください）

Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap.

Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body.

Fantastic stuff. With thanks!
top 10 online casino real money <a href="https://luckyusaplay.com/canadian-casinos/">best online casino in canada</a> gta online casino odds

All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.

I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were.

Daddy gave me a look implying his shoes are needed to be removed. “Can I take off your loafers, daddy ?” I asked so quietly. He looked at me and nodded. I took off both his loafers and put them away neatly in front of me. Daddy then raised his right leg and stepped on my forehead, pushing me down into his loafers. It is a mixed smell with sweat, testosterone, and leather. I couldn’t help but take a big whiff every time I breathed. “Hands-on the floor” he commanded. He moved his feet from my head to my hands. “Kiss them and make the stink goes away using only your fag tongue.” “Yes sir.”

“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.

“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.

“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes.

He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.

“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.

ﾂ本ﾂ古ｪﾂつｪﾂ甘懃ｦ�
https://negotin-cafe.com/index.php/forum/gastarbajteri/1462-erythromycin-buy-generic-norfolk https://negotin-cafe.com/index.php/forum/provod/1461-seroquel-want-to-buy https://lesuitedeldormiglione.it/index.php?option=com_kunena&view=topic&catid=5&id=18260&Itemid=289

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.

Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor.

The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles.

“What are you now, son?”