Kevin’s thrashing young body and g his armpits,

lig the soft downy hair in his wet hollow and tasting his spunky sweat.

Kevin suddenly slumped forward and I collapsed atop his rigid form. “I

want to ride your cock, Daddy,” he sighed, twisting his head and whispering

the words wetly into my ear.

I kept my fuck pole planted deep as he rolled me to my back, my son on

top. He swiveled around till he was fag me, one leg crossing over my

chest, and sat astride me, saddled up on my cock. My root felt like it was

getting twisted off.

Thearted fug himself on my joystick, jag off, gasping and

gibbering unintelligibly as he milked me with his ass muscles, sending rippling,

tingliions up and down my embedded cock.

I skimmed my hands over his silky smooth chest, twisting his little nipples

till they were hard and thick. I ground my hips up and down, matg

his boung fuck, stroke for stroke. Kevin thrashed his head from side to

side, flailing his long black hair about his face. I cradled his jumping balls

in my hand a along the little ridge of skin that led to his ass. With

the tip of my finger, I felt my usg its way into him, driving my

furious fue.

He reached behind our thrusting fud I felt his hand encircle the

base of my cock as it drove rudely in and out of his bunghole. When Kevin