“Where you goin fag—clean up ur mess” I bark at him. As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. Xnxx tv There wasn’t any door at the entrance to the mens house—just a big opening. It was only about 5:00 AM. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the showers. A few, including myself, engaged in the ‘funk contest’. I usually won 🙂
I tap Riley on the head, and told him to spin around. He comes up off my dick smiling, and turning around, sits his super tite yung hole right down on the head of my dick. The sun looked awesome as it slowly began to rise above the lake. No one had yet to rise in the camp. I place my left hand on the top of his head, and guide my throbbing monster to the back of his throat. After just s few minutes I hear the squeak of flip flops on the concrete floor. Again, silence for a couple more minutes. As the sound of 4-wheelers begin to come alive, I finally doze off. Those that rode yesterday would be pretty worn out, and would most likely sleep late.
