I was growing up understanding that all types of guys could show themselves, exhibit themselves... and I took advantage of that weakness with the 'hard peckers' from Cañuélas where I lived. Ranch hands, farmhands, cowboys, and rustic farmers were part of a selection of men who would get invited to my house every Friday for a party in honor of those guys whom I couldn't 'eat', but could enjoy just as much by putting them within reach of a 'pussy and wine' banquet.
By that manner I ensured the terrible pleasure of being able to look at those handsome men while they sucked for me those divine whores so loving of the cock as I do.
It also produced me terrible homoerotic pleasure to observe those terrible alpha cocksuckers losing their modesty to the extreme of rubbing their cock with their partner's cock inside those open and gaping holes...
At the end, those inflated and hot vulvas dripping with the cum of those handsome seminal friends who dedicated the orgasm to me as a tribute to the pleasure I offered them, the damn friend
By that manner I ensured the terrible pleasure of being able to look at those handsome men while they sucked for me those divine whores so loving of the cock as I do.
It also produced me terrible homoerotic pleasure to observe those terrible alpha cocksuckers losing their modesty to the extreme of rubbing their cock with their partner's cock inside those open and gaping holes...
At the end, those inflated and hot vulvas dripping with the cum of those handsome seminal friends who dedicated the orgasm to me as a tribute to the pleasure I offered them, the damn friend
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