Video language: English

Austin kok sat expectactantly, wondering with intensive anticipation what milking guys would ask him. Entrance into the wasn’t guaranteed, and basinger knew that it would require greater amount than just a sunny smile and a captivating personality. Basinger had always shoved himself to be the most excellent, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable especially by his mature mentors. He knew the masons offered him a chance to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of dudes much like himself. Of course, like everything else, this chab did his superlatively good to prepare for the defiance and come with a rock hard, assured presentation. But one time this guy saw milking studs, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, attractive mature stud stood a solid foot taller than the juvenile initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the admirable white dress this guy wore. He was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt that guy should tread lightly, not wanting to frustrate his interviewer, but unfathomable down, that guy discovered himself distracted by the way this chab looked at him. The questions started elementary at 1st. Information about school and sports and activities fell out of basinger’s face hole like they were pre-recorded unfathomable in his lungs, set to auto-response from a lifetime of regurgitating the facts and details of what made him stand out amongst his peers. But what struck basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when milking dudes began to ask him about his sexuality. The mature dude didn’t come out directly and ask him if that guy was homosexual, but this chab hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to fellows. Basinger felt like this was a trap, one this chab had to avoid at all costs in order to receive what that guy wanted. He denied any such feelings, knowing full well that that guy was in that very pont of time trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Milking fellows was no fool, however. He knew that basinger was hiding smth. He could watch the subtle ways in which basinger would steal glances at his body, eyeing the space betwixt his hips, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Wolf knew this guy had to put basinger to the test. He said him to remove his raiment, leaving just his sheer, white underclothing on. Basinger was embarrassed and reluctant at 1st, but wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, basinger was unexpectedly cheerful to do so. Wolf could watch that basinger was sporting a marvelous substantial member below his sheer underclothes. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an handsome size of manhood sprouting upward. Austin kok didn’t know what to do, knowing that any objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So this guy went along with milking men’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. Tied the youthful man’s hands behind his back, basinger knew the interview was taking a direction that guy had not prepared for. He’d heard rumors of the mad various rituals and ceremonies the masons performed, but this guy didn’t think they were still in practice. He had imagined a number of archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization greater quantity aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as basinger’s assumptions began to shatter, this guy saw a darksome spot appear on the cloth covering his ramrod. It was a petite, juicy droplet forming against the white material of the underclothes. Precum. Basinger was dripping precum onto his shorts, stimulated and aroused by the private way milking chaps fastened him to the chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was embarrassed and alarmed, but no greater quantity so than when milking studs placed the tip of his lengthy, strong finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his skin and gently pulling it away in a silky, thin string. Austin kok didn’t know if wolf would cast him out for that, but then, to his complete shock, basinger watched as milking chaps took the tip of his wetted finger and placed it in his throat. The guy trembled, not knowing what the mature chap was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably despairing to discover out

Format: mp4
Duration: 25:25
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 3906kbps
Audio: 88kbps

File size: 745.0 MB