Aching For A Spanking, Then Dripping Down My Toes

‘‘Hey Si, when you gonna pick up your pompoms again?’’ jested Gauge. Indian porn Spreading his cheeks so that his hole stood open just a little. Right now, all that mattered was this moment, when it was still just him and me. ‘‘I would happily hold up the stick.’’
Gauge took another hit of the joint before passing it on to me. Feeling his hard sweaty torso sticking to my back, as our bodies were deeply entwined. ‘‘Help me with my backside will you.’’
Then he bent over against the glass cabin, slightly parting his legs. But the force of the stream got heavier, and I couldn’t keep up anymore. And there he was. I licked with eager and sucked hard on his hole. But he was already following my previous gaze. I remembered having seen it before as a kid and how the drawing had fascinated me then as well.