(स्टीव होम्स) के पास (फीनिक्स मैरीज़) दोनों गांड और चूत हैं, वह दोनों को जोर से ड्रिल करता है - ब्राज़र्स

Until his hands went lower. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. That tension. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. Jake glanced down, then chuckled—that low, knowing sound that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. This doesn’t mean anything, I told myself. And then there was his low hanging dick, bigger than any I had seen in person. I was putty in his hands. Not just because of him—but because I realized I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about: the exposure, or how much I didn’t want to look away. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. “Hey,” I managed, my voice cracking like I was back in middle school. My face went hot. Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. But I didn’t. “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.