“You cheeky
little brat, haven’t I told you? She let the bag with
the powder fall to the ground, wrapped her arms around his body and
gave him kisses all over his face and neck. “Good question. “Do you think I’m here as your fucking personal maid and that you get
to push me around? The tapioca crepe Bull made was tasteless, with just some melted
shredded mozzarella with no salt, butter or anything to season it. “I can keep lying to
yourself, kid,” he said, grabbing Calvin’s cock in his hand, “but this
here is telling me the truth. I’m
tired.”
Calvin leaned down to grab his clothes since Bull didn’t give him a
spare set but Bull pulled them away with his feet. like a book.”
Bull raised his hip, grabbed Calvin’s cock and lined it up, slit it in
his butt crack then sat down at his crotch, clenching it with his butt
cheeks. Bull finally pulled his hood back and let the tip of his cock touch
Calvin’s lips. “No one’s gonna hear you, we’re in
the middle of nowhere, but I don’t like your screams.” Bull pulled his
jockstrap off, freeing his glistening cock to point upwards, then
crawled back on the bed and stuffed all of it on Calvin’s mouth.
