Comrades in Arms

Dasher crawled onto the lounge chair moving close to john and looking into his blue eyes. "mind, if i have my fun or should i go soak in a cold shower?" dasher wondered with a lustful glint.

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Comrades in Arms (a Gift Story)

John moved himself onto the lounge chair, after dasher got out of the way. as he straddled the chair the moment he leaned back, dasher crawled up between his legs.

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Twinks Across America: Ch. 40 - Maryland

"no, no, allow me," he sat up from the lounge chair to fiddle with my zipper. langdon clearly knew his way around unbuttoning trousers.

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What You Mean to Me, Chapter 32

His towel was off in an instant, he threw it on some comfortable wooden lounge chair, and within seconds, martin had slipped into the hot spring.

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Maid's View

Once again, maid took in the sight of his most common position: simply laying back on the lounge chair, elbows placed on the armrests and fingers interlocking over his broad chest.

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Rufus is in for a surprise: part 2

When they crawl out of the water, rufus guides his friend onto a lounge chair and blushingly asks him to lay on his stomach, which chris does.

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The Boi next door

He panted as he rested his head on the cushion of the lounge chair and closed his eyes as he felt the afterglow of his climax.

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Secret pleasures, chapter 3

Verdek placed him comfortably onto a lounge chair, and began to dry him off with a towel. he started at the bear's muzzle and worked his way around his face and under his chin.

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I Dreamt of Wasps - Chapter 10

They set it all aside on the table, going to one of the lounge chairs and curling up on it. max put his head on his hands, drumming his fingers on the table as he tried to decide what to do with his spare time.

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Kinktober Day 9: Humiliation/Intercrural Sex

His dad could only nod again, blushing and visibly getting a bit harder again as he stepped away from the lounge chair, cock still dripping cum as he made his way towards the hot tub.

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Short Story

He was rocking around his lounge chair knocking things over as he furiously pumped faster. his cock was pulsing trying so hard to hold it back. they both heard the truck return home!

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