Rene´ didn’t immediately withdraw the soaked second rod. First, in full view he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, tossing it to one side. His chest! Curled dark hair covered the pectorals. His stomach was set flat and muscled. My heart missed a beat as he unfastened his trousers, those falling to ankles with little fuss. Tight scant trunks held the beast in check, a bulge of exciting proportion threatening to escape the waistband. My c**t did the cancan.
My breathing ceased when he tucked thumbs into those pants and urged them down, the revelation of hard c**k slow and enthralling. I watched, a crick in my neck, every gorgeous stimulating second of that unveiling. Released the member took a horizontal stance, waving slightly with the pump of his own arousal. He had girth and length an
