in his deflated nut sac. Mike

felt exhausted and dizzy. Breathing stertorously he was gliding into

unsciousness. The last thing he registered were the hips of his attacker

relentlessly slapping against his sweaty ass-cheeks. When his bowels were

flooded with the seed of his queror he was already passed out.

Down in the yard Chuck was throwing a raging boner. Instinctively his hands

started rubbing his broad chest. He felt his nipples hardening through the

fabric of his tank top. His fiwitched the erected knobs of flesh

protruding from his well-developed pectorals.

"Mike, damn, where the heck are you?" Chuck thought, while his tongue was

lig his lips. The man otress was writhing and wing in utmost

sexual agony. The marine doubted the weak nerd would last long uhe

mountainous body mass of the bearish man..

Hell - he could take out Bro his own. Horny men are good lovers, but

bad fighters, he thought. The hot fuck session had certainly reduced the

strength of the powerful hustler. He could be taken.

The hunky young marine cleared his throat, rose and hit the tainer with

his baseball club. Brock turned around to see where the noise was ing

from; however, he did not bother to stop his fug.

"You had enough fun, don't you think? Let the lo!" Chuck said letting

the club fall several times into the palm of his big hand. Broderstood

the message and pulled his dick from the violated ass-hole. Chuck could see

a heavy Prince Albert pierg the hunk's mushroom head.

Orchard collapsed in a heap with a sigh of disappoi. He turned around

to see who was interrupting his pleasure session. His eyes widened when he

got sight of the muscular young man with his baseball club.

Brock, seemingly unimpressed by Chuck's physique, rose from his knees and

pulled his jeans up. He pushed his slippery cum-covered coside and

buttohe fly. All the time he looked at Chuck with an almost friendly

smile.

"Are you talking to me, boy?" he peeled his shirt off and faced his oppo

bare-chested, displaying the powerful developed chiseled muscles. Brock's

brown nipples were pierced and huge blad blue colored tattoos were

c his hairy chest.

Now, there was n back.

"Last time you fucked my sister. This time it will be you who gets fucked!"

Chuck stripped from his tank top and moved slowly closer towards the

sneering hunk, keeping the raised club in front of him. Darren gasped at

the young man's defined washboard abs and his V-shaped torso, who was

opposing his stud. Chuck was quite a sight to behold. His sculpted pecs were

heavily pumped and his tanned skin somehow dark reddened by the arousal the

fuck se had provided to him. Darren suddenly fantasized how he would suck

this dream man off.

"Do I know you? I don't remember your sister, but if I fucke

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