Italian Squirting And Cumshot Compilation

“Matthew, give me that gun son” I responded, still yelling “fuck you dad, and I ain’t your son anymore. As I approach and take aim, I fire the first shot—right between the heads of Mark and Maurice. Guess it was the first time he seen me naked since I ‘grew up’. “Don’t leave anything out”
As dad left the house, I grabbed my coffee, then went to the staircase door from the kitchen. Hanging full, and really low, dick was demanding attention. Dustin continued pounding my meat rapidly, with a big shit-eatin grin on his face, as I continued to squirt rope after rope of steaming hot jock juice across my chest and belly. “Jack me” was all I said. “What’s up Matthew—you ain’t gonna get all pissy now just cause we had some fun last night are you”? Sure nuff, remnants of fresh wet cum sticking to the hairs in my crack, and—b l o o d.