Above it, was a red spandex-like T-shirt, with the outline of a cock and ball sack with a large CC inside it. “Thanks again, Senior Captain Cock-whore. x video I made the call and positioned the phone to capture the image. As much as I hated it, I wanted to take it in my hand, stroke it and feel it grow harder… “Please turn it down,” I begged again. “Of course, hah, and softer lips, fuck! “Damn, I miss you.” She sighed. Muh, huh,” I groaned, as I sucked him wildly, getting to three-quarters his length. I groaned as my nose touched his balls and his scent reached every nerve ending in my throbbing cock. Frankly, the anonymity of the mask excited me, and I had gladly complied. Amy thought poker night was




















