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Enzo’s erection made me realize I’d been flying economy class my entire life.
It was the kind of hard-on you saw in p**n movies and wondered if special effects were involved. God had sized his p***s for an ovulating pachyderm instead of a homo sapien female.
No way would that thing ever fit.
Then he started really jacking it, his face pinched in an expression that looked like agony, and a torment I wished to relieve for him. More than anything, I needed to pull him into the bedroom and help to ease his pain.
Instead, I froze in place, waiting to see the grand finale in the same way onlookers in Yellowstone await Old Faithful’s gush.
Enzo’s o****m was particularly fulfilling. His creamy c*m shot out of the tip like a fire hose, landing on the mirror in front of him with a liq
