Haley just lied there breathing heavily through his mouth, feeling Jeff’s hand around his penis. The hand that protects him and comforts him was now giving him pleasure. It was a new sensation to him as no one had stroked him before...
His Bermuda shorts hang low over his hips, showing a tattooed flower growing out of the crack of his ass. I would love to see how much lower the tattoo would reach, where the roots were going to penetrate his body. He turned to me, smiled and said: “Vamanos, let’s go”. Who could resist such a beauty!