My name is Adrian. Don’t let my tight young body and sweet boy face fool you. I’m a power bottom and I can’t respect a tool that can’t stand up to my own. When I’m giveng the kind of tool I like, I throw down like a Viking, pounding myself against them this tey’re left with bruises for days. It’s not always easy to find what I’m looking for, but I have high hopes in spite of the poor lighting. The smell of fresh and stale cum hangs in the air, and I’m ready to get what I came for and leave my calling card on the floor. A big black hard on creeps through the hole on the wall. Upon inspection, I can see that this forbidden fruit measures up and I’m quickly scarfing it down. I’ve been starving for this moment all day and now that it’s here, I’m not about to waste it. I love the dark sweetness of a thick veiny purple meat stck pushing in and out of my mouth. I can’t help but wonder what the guys are like on the other side of the wall, but I know half the fun is in not knowing.
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