Vietnam

“Woohoo! Contained inside his sweaty, musky man pouch, his two sperm factories are preparing to release the massive load of slimy genetic goo that can be contained no longer. The two couples watch the on screen festivities, with Christine and Tracey absorbing one low impact thrust after another. The slimy genetic flood surges its way irresistibly toward its exit, the narrow slit at the tip of his love worm. The air in the overheated master bedroom is almost unbreathable, weighted down with the stench of the two sweaty teenage studs pushing themselves to their carnal limits, blending together with the lingering, stale scent of all the other adolescent boys who had been in the room earlier…