Tongue slathered everywhere, tasting, teasing, searching. A filthy older pervert. He immmediately got to his knees, knowing what he had to do, but Master made him look up into his eyes first: He couldn't contain his delight. This boi is a keeper. His life was completely dark, but he didn't care.
S Sharon Lopes.
He could feel the reluctance, the sheer acceptance of a new reality from his Slave as he was passed a pair of red checked boxers and a pair of ankle socks. Didn't receive the code? Master was out of control at this stage, powerfully face and throat fucking his slave A warm, salty flavour filled up inside him.