A friend of mine had told me about a store I should go check out if I was ever in need of a helping hand. It was salty, bitter, and the texture was about that of a very thin grease. Quickly growing tired of the side of his bright red rod sliding in and out of me and repeated close ups of his stomach, I closed my eyes, in the hopes of shutting out as much as possible of what was happening. As he started to pull out, I felt my ass bulge, trying to not let go of his member as it was pulled out. Quickly opening my eyes, I was suprised at what I saw. That thought filled me with ever blacker despair, but soon enough I had other things to worry about. But that wasn’t going to work this time. At least my face wasn’t getting pummeled by his nuts with ever thrust. As he began to fully insert himself, it grew harder to push in, as the thicker parts started pushing itself in now.
