Ass Pounding
Ass Pounding
"Now you have!" and with that the handsome youth dropped his jeans and hiked
his leg. A cleanly shaven, perfect blossom unfolded before my eyes.
"Kind of wild, huh?" he laughed.
My dallywhacker rose to attention as I nodded in agreement.
"It's so soft and smooth down there. It's almost like never wearing any
underwear," Mark fingered the rosy spot. "Feel it!" he offered.
I couldn't resist. Nervously, I guided my finger to the forbidden fruit. Its
pouting lips quivered at my touch. I watched the puckering slit unfurl and
nibble at my finger as I continued my steady strokes.
"Rosy has a life of her own, just like Peter," Mark laughed as he took his
rock-hard cock in hand.
"I bet I can make Rosy dance," I challenged.
