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Es Tu Colpa

A stag’s regret made him waste it all

There was a time when David couldn’t get enough. He used to dick me down for good until we collapsed, exhausted, and sweaty.

His dick turning flaccid was the cherry on top of our sex cake: sucking it, feeling his taste mixed with mine, the remains of our orgasms. All while receiving the same service.