Cal's mouth dripped jism and saliva as it finally left the giant cock it had so savoringly enveloped. Ronny was in bliss, the second gushers of juice having left his being in angelic calm, in total peace. But, of the trilogy, the older cop hadn't been idle while Ronny was juicing Cal. Ted had done his work. Without a word - for all of these things were prearranged and...
The older cop, Ted, just chuckled at the kid's plea. He quickly unzipped the punk's fly. Ronny's engorged cock urged the zipper open. Then his partner, Cal, reached up and grabbed the boy's shirt near the neck, with a pull, the cheap State-supplied shirt popped all its buttons. Ronny then began to beg them to stop. He was in earnest. But, the more he begged, the happier the...
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