Chapter 8

Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Earl pushed his c*ck in and out.

"That's it boy. Take my c*ck, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that *ss?"

"You are," I moaned.

"Is that my as? Does that little cherry as belong to m...

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