Anônimo III.

Time passes by. Yure is on the couch fondling himself. - Hey, master! I thought we were going out - said Tigre.- I'm lazy - Yure confessed, playing with himself just because he is bored. Tigre pounces on Yure. Tigre falls right over Yure's hard-on,...

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