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Snaring—and Falling For—Erik Erik Fager stood, resting for a moment, in front of the terrace at his summer workplace. La Solera was in a prime location, right at the start of the docks where the big yachts came into Ibiza town, and its food was somewhat better than most of the places along the little wealthy marina. It was late July and Ibiza hummed with the promise of the final few weeks of build up to August. Erik had been working here since May, fleeing both Sweden’s cold and his parents pressure to get a jump on his career. He’d just graduated with a degree in Finance from Sweden’s Lund Unversity, the most prestigious university in his home country, and he was exhausted. He also needed the chance to explore a fact he’d grown to know in University: Erik was gay, very, very gay. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow—Ibiza was humid and hot today—and turned as his Spanish boss hollered, “Erick, some help with the limones, por fa.” Erik grinned, “Sure, mi infanta Elaina.” Elaina Rodriguez, the manager and his best friend rolled her eyes and pointed to the outdoor bar, were she’d laid out a huge bucket of lemons. As Erik crossed the bar, the table of gay retirees from Germany eyed him hungrily. Erik was a gorgeous muscly twunk. He had curly reddish blonde hair (redder in the winter, but almost approaching classic Nordic white from the long months in Ibiza’s sun) cut short on the sides but with a delightful curly tangle on top. Peeking out from his tight white t shirt his shoulders were wide—he’d rowed—and his arms were long and perfectly formed, with strong definition between shoulder and biceps and fat, visible veins on his wide and strong forearms. His long arms and legs were held in perfect balance, because he was tall, 6’ exactly, and his powerful legs and thighs were shown to great effect by the too short and too tight khaki shorts he wore. They accentuated the musculature of his curvy ass (Erik definitely had some ‘junk in the trunk’). The shorts he wore solely because all the waiters insisted you got better tips from gay men and straight women if you highlighted your assets. Erik was still in the process of coming out, and it had taken weeks to feel okay in such a revealing clothes. And somewhat more embarrassingly, the shorts not only highlighted that Erik had great legs and a great ass, they also showed that Erik was hung. And indeed Erik had a big cock, a very very fat nine and half inches of Swedish boy meat, topped with a long, hanging foreskin between his powerful rowers thighs. Erik sat down contentedly and got to work cutting up lemons for the lunch rush and happy hour. Unlike the other waiters, he loved not only living with all these young people and wealth—and drugs—on Ibiza, but he also enjoyed his job. He liked the routine tasks, the meeting and flirting with people from all over the world, and the satisfaction of leaving work and never thinking about it until the next shift. Erik had started the summer tired and burnt out. He’d been exhausted from internships, his parents demands for his success, and his coursework. His parents were furious when he told them he would not take the Paris internship, but would spend the summer waiting tables on a party island. And no, Erik would not be going straight to an MBA. As he worked on the lemons, trying for perfection with every cut, he heard a boat pull up. There was a small murmur of excitement among his colleagues—Erik looked up and realized the tables were empty and it was just his co-workers/friends—and then Erik saw an absolutely gorgeous yacht approach. Instead of the usual stark white, or white with navy or grey, the massive thing was cream, a beautiful rich warm, yellow white. He had no idea of its size, but it was a very very big yacht, with the full hull of a large ship and five stories of stacked, rounded, almost art deco modules in its superstructure. As it pulled in, expertly captained so the mooring was smooth as silk, he could could make out the brown lettering of her name: La Menagerie. Erik admired the boat for a few minutes more then bent his head to work. He’d been working about 25 to 30 minutes, when he felt a wave of intense sexual energy pass over him. His nipples got rock hard, he felt flushed, and his hole flexed and ached, and his big cock swelled in his tight shorts. Erik looked up, directly into the eyes of one of the most handsome men Erik had ever seen. The man was tall and lean, with long defined, muscular arms, insanely cut twelve pack abs, powerful thighs, and dark black skin, accented by the tiny white speedo he wore which barely contained his massive cock tube. Then Erik saw the tattoo and he almost fainted. In his gorgeous tight navel, a snakes tongue wrapped around a toxic sign before continuing into a beautiful, lifelike rendition of a black, yellow and white python. What in the hells! The tattoo! America, Animal House, the gorgeous stranger! Erik lost the ability to breathe, his body responding to something he couldn’t understand. His heart beat heavy in his big wide chest. The man was yards away, up high on the foredeck, several stories above Erik. But he mouthed—and Erik could swear he heard his voice, deep, alluring, sexy, American—“Why hello beautiful boy, imagine meeting you here.” And then the black man smiled, a smile warm and friendly and predatory all at once. And then the man grabbed his speedo and squeezed, his cock rock hard, and Erik saw it was the biggest cock he’d ever seen. Easily as thick as his mid forearm and massively long. Now Erik blushed, and grabbed his finished lemons and fled to the kitchen inside. As the door swung closed behind him, he could swear he hard the man laugh, a deep, pleased, teasing laugh. Erik slammed the plastic container of lemons into the cooler and ran to the staff bathroom. He closed and locked the door and splashed water on his face. How could he be here? For the black man with the python tattoo was a stranger, yet Erik knew him. He was the subject of nearly a years worth of highly charged, disturbing, sexual dreams. And he occupied those dreams because Erik had encountered him once before. It had been late August . He’d been doing a short summer mini-course at a prestigious American business school and doing a practicum on Wall Street. One long weekend, his cousin, Lars, who was enrolled in a very prestigious American MBA program, had insisted they travel down to the City for a special night at a very famous gay club, Animal House. Erik had looked it up and been terrífied, excited and intrigued. He’d never really gone to an all-gay club before and from the pictures, this one appeared to be very, very gay. He’d worn cotton pants and a button down shirt—he was European after all—and his cousin, who had darker brown hair, wore a pair of very tight club pants and a vest, showing off his muscle chest. Animal House was vast. It occupied an old warehouse, but it’s owners had spared no expense in its renovation. “The sound system is as good as any in Ibiza” Lars hollered in his ear. Erik alternated between being amazed with feeling overwhelemed. He had no idea this many hot men existed in the world, let alone could be gathered in one place. Lars had said the capacity was over 5,000–and as the night wore on, as the place got fuller and fuller, Hans was sure it was going to reach that. The theme was “For the Love of a Dragon.” And they were taking it seriously. There were huge murals of a massive dragon, always protecting a small, beautiful young man. The murals were wild—they seemed to move through time, with the same dragon protecting a diferent variation of the beautiful boy. As they moved through the space, they saw all manner of dragons—fabric dragons as well as several Chinese New Year style dragons—carried by incredibly hot Chinese muscle boys—snaked through the crowd. They had arrived around half past midnight—American parties started much earlier than European ones-and the music was hard driving but edging towards fun and light. They met up with some of Lars friends from the City—Lars seemed to know everyone. Erik had done ecstacy dozens of times, starting in high school, but had never done it in a gay club. He was glad to have a little group of six to feel safe in. As the night progressed, he noticed more and more beautiful older men and women, all with really amazing animal tattoos. “It’s some big animal charity,” Lars’ friends explained, “The club’s owners are major funders.” “Who owns this place?” Hans wondered aloud, “It’s so big, it must be a corporation?” “Oh no, my friend,” Lars American friends said, “It’s a group of very wealthy city a-listers. They will be here tonight—this is celebration of some sort, although it’s not clear of what.” And so Hans danced, grateful for the safety of the circle but also keyed in to the men who passed him, and brushed his chest or his thigh, with eyes lingering. At one point, around 1:30, a dragon train approached them and stopped. Two of the Chinese muscle boys invited Erik and Lars in. Laughing, they danced with the hot Chinese muscle boys and took the bumps they offered. It was Erik’s first trail mix, and it made him so uninhibited he almost took off with the train of hot boys dancing under the Dragon before Lars grabbed him and pulled him out. Erik was having a blast. He wasn’t very good at flirting, but Lars was, and so he was often included by default. They danced deeper and deeper into the crowds until they were right near the DJ booth. Lars wanted to get closer, but his friends said not to—they’d see why—and so tjey stayed back. Erik was fascinated by the DJ—he was a big, dark, man, with a gorgeous tropical bird tattoo—and he was playing music with a strong fuck me beat but a joyful melody. Erik danced and danced, and things started to get hot and heavy with a couple who were a part of his cousin’s friends group. One was a tall lean but muscly Latino. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and tight, hard, slabs for abs. His arms were muscly, long wide biceps, his pecs big, meaty, and defined. he was muscular and solid, but also rangy and long limbed, and he had a handsome, square, slightly brutal face. His skin was a gorgeous warm coffee, and he definitely had a bit of African blood far back in his line, resulting in a wide nose above thick, sexy lips. Perfectly formed ears under a tightly shorn haircut, and he wore just a hint of a mustache. The way he manhandled his boyfriend—and Erik—said this man was all too. The Latino was dancing and grinding his big cock in Erick’s ass, whispering in Erik’s ear and complementing his gorgeous butt, “so big amd round for a white boy.” His boyfriend—a short, black haired, muscle fireplug, was grinding into Erik’s cock while Erik stroked the incredible muscles of his ass. He was stunning—his skin was olive and his eyes deepest brown. He had short black hair with a hint of a wave, and a fantastic body. Hard eight pack, perfect muscle pecs, veiny arms—all in perfect proportion for his small size—5’5”, maybe 5’6”. Erik was kinda in love. Erik’s cousin Lars came by, offering a little trail mix bump up to Erik and the other men, and then he was whispering in the tall Latino’s ear. He came around, and turned Erik sidewise and drew him out. “They want to invite you back to their place,” he said directly in Erik’s ear, “You interested?” Erik’s eyes got wide. “Maybe?” he said, “I’ve never done that.” “It’s okay,” Lars said, smiling, “They are good guys. I told them you weren’t very experienced. Also, they are hot as fuck. I’ve been trying to have a threesome with them all year.” And so Lar’s danced off as the hot couple returned to Erik, getting aggressive with hands in pants and hot kissing and stroking. And so Erik danced and enjoyed his first big gay make out session as the music pulsed. Finally, the little muscle bunny said, “You wanna come home with us, get fucked up, and fuck all night and part of tomorrow?” Erik looked, eyes, wide, “Sure, my cousin said I could trust you.” “We’ll go slow,” the little muscle boy said, “Now turn around, pretty Euro boy, let my Javier give you a booty bump, get you ready for his big Latin meat.” And so Erik felt the big Latin man draw him back, kissing on his neck. Just then, the music changed, and all of the various Dragon costumes and Chinese dragon teams converged on their position at the front of the stage. They danced their way in, gently sweeping people aside, until they were creating a large space. Then, just as the music hit an insane crescendo, a big sliding door directly under the DJ booth opened. The DJ played a light dance best with a flourish of brass—Erik was pretty sure they were trumpets—and a large group of gorgeous men clad in togas, with leather vests and gorgeous gold laurel wreaths and arm bands came pouring out. “it’s them!” the hot little fireplug said, “Our hosts!” And then Erik was distracted as the big Latino slid his hand down his pants and gently stuck his finger in Erik’s muscly boy butt. “Fuck,” Erik cried, “That burns.” Then moments later he melted back, leaning hard against the muscular Latin stud, “Oh, so hungry,”. The little firepluggiggled, and kissed him. “We’re gonna show you such a good time,” he said, “You fuck me while my Javier pounds your hot butt,”. Erik was speechless, grinding hard between these two men, who had somehow become a hundred times hotter in just a few seconds. He was lost, possedd by lust for the first time, freed by the elixir of Tina, ketamine, and Ecstacy that coursed through his veins. With his eyes half closed, he had no idea how hot his reddish blond and pink Nordic body looked sandwiched between the big, Latino, and his bright gorgeous, black-haired muscle boyfriend. But many others in the room saw. And two very important people saw. And wanted. Jerome and Jack emerged from the secret passageway into the joyful cacophony of Animal House in full party mode. Jack felt joy, pure joy, as he knew Timmy was now fully joined to them, and their long, supernaturally extended lives. And Jerome was happy because Jack was happy, and he was also happy that Dimitri, one of his closest friends was ecstatically happy. As he danced and celebrated, Jerome kept one of his dark muscular arms loosely around the waist of his boy Jack, as they slowly made the circuit. Jack always looked sensational, and the effect of his shaved head was to actually make him look hotter—his handsome usefulness face and perfect bone structure made him looked carved of stone and his muscles looked somehow bigger without the light dusting of fur that Jerome loved on his boy. Jack was a very very popular boy, an incredibly social animal, and Jerome was happy to be his arm candy as they roamed the room. But both men—tall Black stud Jerome and hot little muscle boy Jack—found themselves at a full stop, mouths open, cock aching with desire the minute they laid eyes on Erik. They didn’t speak, they just both went dead in their tracks and looked. Looked at the broad shoulders, the gorgeous arms, and those legs—those surprisingly powerful legs for a twunk. Jack wanted to kneel, and kiss the inside of those thighs before diving in to sample what looked like a very big piece of meat. Jerome, for his part, was immediately lost in a fantasy of those pink lips wrapped around his black meat, as his fingers used those delicious red curls to fuck the boys face. Erik felt it too. He flushed ten times hotter and opened his eyes. He saw—and felt—Jerome and Jacks desire, and he smiled. Jerome grinned back, and as the big Latino slid his big paws into the front of Erik’s pants—showing off the boy’s big meat—Erik groaned and stretched like a cat. And then he heard Jerome say, in his head for Jerome’s lips did not move-“Have fun, beautiful, we’ll find you one day.” And so Erik left Animal House. Pawing at the big Latino stud and his gorgeous boyfriend. He was mildly surprised when the big Maybach limousine pulled up. But he fell, laughing into the back set as Javier groped him. They took him to their Penthouse apartment—Erik’s eyes were wide with envy—and suddenly they were all inside, in the bedroom. Erik had never felt so horny. So possessed by need. He knelt, and began undressing the muscly white muscle boy. “you’re so fucking beautiful” he said, softly, as he removed the little studs jeans. The boy’s skin glowed, every muscle cut. Just then Erik felt Javier grab at him, Erik melted—his mind was gone, he was pure desire—and he opened his mouth as Javier thrust a smoking pipe in his mouth. “Breathe it in, pretty boy,” Javier announced. His head buzzing, Erik complied. He breathed as deep as he could. And then again. And then again. And Erik’s entire universe changed. Shifted. Dark places inside of himself unlocked. He melted into Javier’s strong arms. “Fuck me, please, daddy fuck me.” Javier made him stand, and he and his man—Scott, Scott was the muscle bunnies name, but Erik could hardly think, only feel, Scott—undressed Erik. Revealing his gorgeous twunk body, the wide shoulders, the hard flat stomach. Erik clutched at himself, embarrassed. “No,” Scott said softly, “Be proud. You have a beautiful body.” Erik smiled shly and let Scott touch him. Javier grabbed him, his fat cock rubbing at Erik’s hole. “Gonna give you another booty bump, make you so horny.” And there it was, the burn he’d felt before, only so sharp he hissed in pain. “That was a big one,” Javier said, parting Erik’s cheeks, “Gonna make you a crazy boy.” And then, as Scott knelt, taking Erik’s nine inches in one expert swallow, Javier eased his fat ten inches into Erik’s hole. Erik cried out, “So fucking big.” Javier grabbed him by the neck, “Let me have you, white boy, take my Latin meat.” Javier pushed and pushed, and when he got to Erik’s second hole Erik struggled. Javier commanded, “Scott, boy, give this little white slut some poppers.” And so, as Erik breathed in the potent chemicals again and again, Javier conquered his butt. The pain was at first intense, and then the dark music of the drugs—the potent ecstacy, the bump after bump of Trail mix, and now the big driving heartbeat of the Tina-took over. And for the first time, Erik felt the need to be used, to be taken, hard and deep. After about ten minute, Scott hopped up on the bed, on his back, legs in the air, his abs rippling alluring. “Come here, Erik,”. He said, “Fuck me while Javi fucks you.” And so Javier and Erik moved to the side of the bed—Javier refused to take his cock out of the Eruo boys clutching warmth and so Erik walked while getting pounded. Erik groaned as his cock sank into the warmth of the muscle studs hot butt. Soon, he was fucking like a crazy man. Each stroke in and out, fucking himself on the huge Latin cock while his own cock felt the incredible pleasure of a well-trained man pussy. Erik had only had anal sex a few times— he’d had to ask his cousin for advice on cleaning out—but if this was what it could be like, he was all in. Finally, he came in great geysers, shooting his jizz deep inside Scot’s silky hole. He collapsed, and Javier kept pounding. As Erik’s hole closed up a bit, post orgasm, it triggered the big Latino who shot and shot a burning hot load in Erik. The three young men lay in a tangle in Javier and Scott’s huge king bed. Erik made out with Javier, then Scott, then both at once. He was fascinated by Javier’s big body, and stroked his way down, until he gently took the man’s huge, wide, blunt-headed cock in his mouth. It was a pretty cock, perfectly uncut, a bit dark from his African mix. When he had trouble getting much of it in his mouth, Scott came down and showed him how to tuck his teeth, how to open his jaw, and how to use poppers to help. Soon, Erik was really into it. He wasn’t able to just swallow it all like Scott—but he began to enjoy abasing himseld trying to please the big cock. After about ten minutes he’d down a decent job—Javier was hard as rock—when Javier stopped him. “Gotta piss buddy.” He stood up and Erik was stunned to see Scott eagerly kneel and take his boyfriends cock in his mouth. Javier laughed, “You’ll learn, innocent one, it’s my boys job to take all the fluids—piss, spit, and cum—that come out of my big cock. He love it.” And so he grunted, then sighed, as his warm stream flowed into Scott’s mouth. Scott was an expert, guzzling and swallowing the hot piss. Javi ordered Erik into the bathroom to drink Scott’s piss bit Erik said no. Javi smiled and pulled out the pipe, and while he fed Erik cloud after cloud, Scott fetched a big dose of G. After Erik had downed the bitter drug, he began to relax. And about 20 minutes later he knelt, hands stroking his tits, as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of first Scott’s, then Javier ‘s hot, smelly piss. Javier wanted nothing more than to shoot Erik up, fill his veins with dark desire, but he dared not. He’d seen the way Jerome, Lord Cobra, one of the top leaders of the Coven he was so eager to join, looked at the little blonde twink as Javi had slipped the rock in his fat white butt. He’d known then, in a way he never had, that the rumors of dark sexual power that swirled around the Brotherhood were real. Jed felt the claim, the ownership, and knew he had to tread lightly where Erik was concerned. Javier had actually been surprised Erik came home with them at all. Javier had thought for a minute that Jerome wanted him right then. Javier put all thoughts of this out of his mind, as Erik and Scott took turns pleasuring his big blunt cock. The boy was high and compliant—it had turned Javi on to watch him swallow all that piss—and as long as Javi was getting the boy to do things he normally wouldn’t, Javier was a happy dom. And os he focused on how gorgeous his blonde slave and the hot red headed Euro looked on his big tool. The second time Javier took Erik’s ass, he laid the boy on his back. “Hold those legs up, hot little Euro slut,” Javier said, “I wanna see your face when I pound your hole.” Erik was flying, lost for the first time in the timeless space of true sexual heat. He was barely aware when Scott slicked up his masters huge cock with lube and then coated it wire a layer of finely crushed Tina. Scott appeared in his vision, slapping Erik hard, “Beg my man to burn your hole, take you and make you his.” Erik barely had a chance to process this, when Javier rammed his huge pole, burning with Tina, deep into his guts, blowing past his second ring. Erik screamed and screamed, as the huge cock deposited its burning load. But soon he was begging for the cock, his hole opening wide, as Javier pounded and pounded. Scott slipped first one finger, then two, then three, then four, inside the boys ass. But Javi stopped him before could slip his fist in. Instead, he took Scott fingers out of Erik’s ass and made first Scott then Erik lick the boys ass juices off. Javier almost came twice, but each time he slowed down, slapping Erik’s beautiful face and making him beg for his big load. Scott was busy whispering dark and evil things in Erik’s ear. And Erik, he opened his hole unquestionably for the fat Latin cock, feeling Javier drive deeper and deeper until he thought he’d take his very soul. Finally, crying out, Javier came, big burning ropes of sponge shooting deep inside Erik’s practically virgin quim. No sooner had Javi come, then Scott was begging to fuck the Nordic’s hot ass. After Javi granted permission, Scott sunk his beautiful fat eight inch tool—every part of Scott was gorgeous from the dimples in his cheeks to the even deeper dimples in his ass to the carved-from-stone lines of his perfect abs—Javier wished he was video taping the scene. Erik sighed as the big tool disappeared in his well-fucked hungry pussy and soon, Scott was pounding hard. He didn’t get to fuck much—he usually wasn’t much interested—but when he did, he fucked just as hard as he liked to be pounded. Scott didn’t last ten minutes, before ue blew a big load. The three young jocks rested on the bed. Javi was thinking life was good, with his own hot slave and choice Euro pussy like Erik. For his part, Erik was feeling, for the first time, the power of dark sex. The Tina had awakened something, a need for use and abuse. He’d never reflected much on sex—he knew he was attracted to hard, masculine bodies and big cocks, to pecs had abs and muscle asses. But he’d always assumed he would be in an equal relationship, flip fucking. But in that moment, on the bed, Erik realized he found the power dynamic at play in that bedroom super hot. He knew he’d never go for vanilla again. And so, he worked hard to get Javier hard again. He stuffed his throat and gagged, encouraging the big Latino to push his hard down and fuck his throat. Javier obliged, slapping Erik’s face, pinching his tits, and driving his cock deeper. Erik worked hard— Javi was impressed both at his efforts and by the force of newly awakened darkness. Soon, Erik was begging, “Please sir, I need you big cock. Fuck me so hard make me your bitch.” Javi grinned and said, “Somene’s let the Tina inside their heart.” He roughly tossed Erik on his back, grabbed a small rock, and pushed it into Erik hard. Erik cried out at the burning pain, but Javi held his arms down with his other powerful arm. Javier greased up his cock, and punched it into Erik’s hole to the root. Erik cried out, but just started begging again, “Give me that big cock, fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am.” Javier began deep fucking the boy, who was truly lost in pig heaven for the first time ever. He gave himself over to the rush of Tina in his blood, to the lust it triggered and amplified, to the feeling that this was his role. His true nature was to serve as a hole, a receptacle for seed, to have his hole stretched and abused. Javi alternated between slapping the boy and rough kissing him. Scott was off to the side, rock hard, frantically jacking at the hot fuck scene in front of him. Finally, after a good 20 minutes, Erik and Javier were a sweaty mess. Javier found the little Swedish pigs prostate and starting pounding it hard until he triggered a big hands free soft orgasm in Erik. As Erik’s hole throbbed with the orgasm it send Javier over the edge and he delivered his third load into the twunks fat ass as he boy Scott crumped a load onto the boys chest. Scott immediately started feeding Erik his own load mixed with Scott’s from his chest. And as a Javier finally withdrew, Scott ate out his boyfriends load from Erik’s ass as Erik cooed with pleasure. the final mouthful he took in his mouth and spat into Erik, who hungrily ate it up. They lay silent ,still breathing hard for several minutes. Until Erik’s said, “Well fuck, that was fun.” The three studs laughed and Scott grinned and kissed him tenderly, “Welcome to chemsex little pig.” Erik lay on their bed, with the two hot studs for several hours. It was the wee hours of the morning and he wanted to wait before returning to his cousins apartment. He still fizzed with desire, but his cock and hole were spent. Scott put on some porn—Erik noted it was all black and Latino men fucking younger white guys—and they lay in bed, sometimes making out, sometimes stroking each other. The two experienced men would have gladly given Erik another big booty bump and broken out their toy collection, but when Erik went into the bathroom for a piss, Javier stopped Scott from following him and told him about Jerome’s claim on Erik. Scott’s eyes grew wide, as he’d never quite believed the hype about the Brotherhood, but he knew Javier wasn’t one to make supernatural shit up. And so they lay, content to let Erik set the pace. Erik talked then, about how big the City seemed, in comparison to Europe, and how he’d enjoyed his first big gay club. As he lay there, that# when Erik realized he wanted to going to keep doing everything his parents expected. He didn’t then that the seeds for his wild Summer in Ibiza were sown. In that one wild night, his introduction to hot chemsex that his future was written.

Absolutely a must for a good bottom pig. and I saw a movie of this slut, he is my role model. DAMN HE IS FUCKING HOT

During my last professional trip, I was alone in my room. It was the evening and I was on my bed in jockstrap when a guy stopped in front of the door. He enter and liks my ass. He stuck his dick in my ass, play in and jerks inside. Anover guy see us and join us. He puts directly his dick in my ass and gives his seed inside me. This night I've taken 2 loads. I hope take more the next professional trip.

Boxers or commando depending on the what the deal is

Left AMS with ass full of cum. I was well fucked in AMS. Now in Berlin.

of course, definitely must cum inside their holes no matter what

wow 289 hehe

At last Dan converts, that was so fucking hot @mancoco. Now to see what plans Ric has in store.

Please please please let his ex girlfriend find out his status and have Dan tell her that he wanted it! Fucking hot!!@

And so the sharing of Dan begins… is the world ready for him and his capacity / need to get fucked and bred by everyone… or will Dan go back to using his now loaded weapon? As ever, thank you @mancoco for this scorching tale!