Genres: CMNM ,Dad Son ,Fetish ,Doctor
Video language: English

Nathan’s eyes spoke volumes. The big, brown pools gazed back at me as I moved around him, sizing him up and assessing him inch by inch. His lengthy, black lashes fluttered as this guy nervously studied my movements, desperately trying to figure out what I would do next. I liked keeping him in suspense.When I ran my hands over his body, that guy couldn’t assist but groan and tremble. He wanted to be owned, but didn’t have the words yet to ask for it. For him, the taboo of what this guy wants was still smth unspeakable and scary. I knew I could ease him into his recent destiny. To make him what this chab was always meant to be: a villein for dudes like me.His smooth body ...His smooth body was surprisingly toned. He had the look of a suburban chap, removed from hard labor and used to a life of clip games and joy. But as I navigated his frame, that guy disclosed a body that was flawless for a different kind of play…Once that guy was down to his underclothing, I could watch his cheeks flush red. The natural embarrassment about being undressed was solely made greater quantity intensive by the fact I kept my raiment on. It was important for him to understand his recent role. I was the slaver, that guy was the merchandise, and I was there to make sure this chab would be willing for his 1st time on the auction block.I pulled his underclothing down, just sufficiently to frame his wazoo and give me the 1st view of his aperture. I took my time exploring it, widening his cheeks and feeling inside with my fingers. I didn’t need to ask permission or even be excessively gentle. Part of his grooming was understanding that this chab was there to do whatsoever I wanted. To take soever I gave. And, by extension, do so for whoever his future owner would be.He took my digits out of struggle. His groans echoed in the black, the solely response this chab made to my invasions of his aperture. Good. Very worthy. He stayed still on all fours as I continued to manipulate him, feeling his body and entering his sex. And even when my tongue touched him in his almost all tender parts, that guy just took it.When I turned him over, I could watch his lips trembling. He was nervous. I would be lying if I say that didn’t kindle me. I didn’t wish to scare him, but there was smth beefy about knowing that guy saw me as in control. That’s how it should be. How it will be going forward. I looked in these large, brown eyes for signs of doubt, but all I saw looking back was the unspoken plea for me to keep going.Of course, there’s merely one way to indeed receive a guy willing for being owned. I pulled out my pecker and put a priceless amount of oil on his aperture. As I stroked myself, I tested the restrictions of what that guy could take. One finger at 1st. Then 2. I could feel his muscles starting to fight back, struggling to accept the stretch this guy was receiving.But as I looked down, I could watch my own palpitating member was much thicker than the 2 fingers that rested inside him. And one way or some other, this guy was going to have to take it. Afterall, his purpose now is elementary and clear: to be used, owned, and bred…

Format: mp4
Duration: 31:30
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7776kbps
Audio: 316kbps

File size: 1.8 GB