This is a true story that took place in my hometown in Upstate NY just a few weeks ago. Xnxx sex That is, until last weekend when I was standing with my group of friends outside having a drink when they excused themselves to the bar to get another drink. She said she was too tired and didn’t wanna hang with a guy she didn’t know. The once tight balloon knot I first gazed upon an hour ago is now raw, gaping, and leaking a mixture of my cum with trace amounts of Jackson’s shit and blood visible. I sit down to order a drink and a half dozen wings, and as I’m finishing up placing my order, the owner of said wallet and keys comes back to his seat. I start trying to push Jackson’s legs back to access his most intimate hole and his socially curated straight boy instincts kick in and swiftly buckle his legs from allowing that hole to be exposed “What the fuck are you doing?!” he exclaims.
