My cock begins to shrink, and with a soft *pop* it slips out, exhausted. Hot xxx 18 (At least I did. So soft. I swirl a large bite of pasta around my fork and attempt to feed him, you know, trying to be romantic and all. Ever so delicately, I slowly remove his silk boxers, as he slides his hand under mine. His hair smells sweet. With his left hand, Brock covers us from the cold with a warm quilt. Brock begins to scream Cameron, my name, repeatedly as he clenches down on my cock. We shower, somehow managing to get all the dried cum off the other, though the tongue sure seems to help. As always, please please comment with any thoughts, critical or good. His eyes roll back as he moans, another shot splattering on his chest.
